to be, or not to be...flattered
it's the first night i spent with this guy i'm seeing/sleeping with/whatever.
he says: "your body is amazing! you're like a grecian goddess. like the venus de milo !"
i think: yes, keep going...
"you have these gorgeous breasts"
...i know, i know
"and this tiny waist"
...oh, why thank you
"and these big hips!"
so in my head, this conversation comes to a screeching halt. and he went on and on about my tiny waist and my big hips. and he loved them. and all i could think was, "stop saying i have big hips! it is not making me happy!"
to be fair, i'm no stick. i'm more than fairly curvaceous. i float between a size four and a size six so i ain't no waif...but to say i have big hips? even if it's true, that is not the kind of thing a girl wants to hear! especially, ESPECIALLY when she's taking a guy home and getting naked in front of him for the first time.
ARE YOU READING THIS GUYS? TAKE NOTE.
but later he exclaimed, "oh my god, you're like a pornstar!"
that redeemed him. he's off my blacklist.