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Wednesday, August 27th, 2008

Remember this and what he said to me? Go on… click on it and skim read the post to the part where he speaks. I promise it’s worth the read.

It happened once again. I thought I had mentioned it in another post but I must have deleted it out of boredom.

Yesterday, strike three. I was returning home from a run and was greeted by the barrage of compliments below. It works best if you read it with a Spanish accent, very fast, without pausing for breath, hence the lack of punctuation.

Heloo. how are you? nice to see you you are so beautiful you make me so happy that I see you this morning I was coming here to clean and I pray to god I see you remember last time I said you’re so beautiful Aïe Aïe Aïe you make my life very happy if I had a woman as beautiful as you I would be the happiest man on earth You have a man? A husband? Children? (wtf?!?!?) He must think every morning what a lucky man he is what is your name my name is Felipe you have made me so happy today I can go home and thank god for making me see you I can tell you all this and no one would know Just you and me you are so beautiful bless you may god bless you beautiful…

When I finally got a word in, I said thank you, you’re a nice man to say such things, have a good day. Then I quickly I opened my front date and locked it behind me and disappeared inside.

What the hell was that all about?

Let me describe the scene. I was in no way ‘beautiful’. Every woman knows herself. Granted the first time he saw me, I looked good in a causal summer dress, a suntan and sunglasses. The second time he saw me in jeans, boots and a casual top. But yesterday I wore a daggy old tracksuit that is most unflattering to my figure, a cap that covered half my head and messy hair. My face was mostly hidden behind big sunglasses. I was hot and sweaty from a run, having huffed and puffed up a hill. Damn ugly, wouldn’t you say?

After I locked the front the door, I felt creeped out all of a sudden. It wasn’t a sweet compliment like the first time. And it bugged the hell out of me.

So I’m asking you for your opinion. Am I overreacting to a compliment or is this a creepy man?

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