May 19, 2005

Survey Says....

I'm a babe.

At least that was the popular consensus of liquor store clerks tonight. While I do clean up rather well, I am still recovering from my near death illness and hacking up a lung while the sickness drains out of me. In fact, I treated that clerk to a beautiful rendition of, "I'm Coughing Into My Hand In An Effort To Display Manners Even Though In About 10 Seconds I'll Be Presenting Money To You With That Same Body Part Now Splattered With Disease".

I had on no make up, there was a shine on my face that came from spending the last two days in a knit hat/scarf/sweater/sweats cocoon underneath my bed covers as I made a feeble attempt to sweat the sickeness out of my system. My hair was flat and my breath considerably less than minty fresh.

In other words, I looked like death that had been microwaved for approximately 30 seconds. I walked up to the counter, placed my purchases upon it and the very first thing the clerk says is:

"Awww! You're beautiful!"

Sincere? Sure sounded that way.

Just a line? Just flirting? Trying to hit on me? Does he say this to all the girls? Maybe I looked so pathetic that he felt sorry for me. Maybe he enjoys his job a little too much and had hit the bottle between customers.

Who knows and who cares. What I do know is that he made my night with that one little compliment. In fact, that silly little compliment made me feel like a super model the whole walk home. That is, until I tripped over the bathroom rug on the way to admire myself in the mirror.

Posted by S. Faolan Wolf at May 19, 2005 09:32 PM

Ha! Why is it that some men just love the slovenly look? Of course, they'd call it "natural." My hubby gets really annoyed when I get all dolled up (especially when I'm going out with the girls). He always says, "I like you without make-up." Like I care.

Once, in high school, we girls were practicing for the annual powder puff game very early before school, and weren't made up and were wearing sweats and grubbies, as it was very muddy on the field. We were all anxious to run home and shower and put on the ridiculous amount of makeup we wore in high school, and one of the guys overheard us and said, "You girls look beautiful without makeup. I wish you wouldn't put that crap on your face."

I'd think he was flirting, but he was really one of those notorious jock-types, not a smarmy flirter. His words stuck with me, even after ALL THESE LONG YEARS, and now I frequently go without makeup.

Why am I telling you all of this? Because it's 7:15 am and I'm in full babble mode, and because you left such a great comment on my site.

I'm enjoying yours too.

Posted by: Viki at May 20, 2005 08:15 AM

"recovering from my near death illness and hacking up a lung while the sickness drains out of me"

Hmmm... sounds sexy!

Hey Faolan, thanks for the link. I'll be linking you as well.

Posted by: JJ at May 20, 2005 02:49 PM

JJ...ah good, that was the precise image I was going for. Oh, and I snagged your friend QW from your blog to add to my blogroll too. That guy is hilarious! Two for the price of one....I think I might have to check out the rest of your blogroll if your taste is that good.

Posted by: S. Faolan Wolf at May 20, 2005 11:57 PM

Have at it. They're decent links.

Posted by: JJ at May 22, 2005 02:29 AM
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