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Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Thank you, nice young man.

The older I get, the easier it is to take a compliment, probably because I'm desperate for them. Go ahead, make my day. I'm impossible to long as you think I'm pretty. I was leaving Target one glorious Saturday morning when I noticed a large Suburban slowing down behind me. Assuming I was being stalked for my parking spot, I turned and waved, motioning to my car. The Suburban pulled up beside me. The driver leaned out of his window.

"I'm sorry. I just had to tell you... you do have a sexy walk."

No apologies necessary, sir. He drove away as I sashayed to my car, feeling like one hot mama. Maybe I should have been offended, but why? It's not like he was following me down a dark alley. It was the Target parking lot. What can possibly happen in the Target parking lot on a Saturday morning? Wednesdays are more dicey.

Speaking of being a mama, is "Ay mami!" a compliment? I think it is. Or at least I'll take it as one, much as an alcoholic grabs the first beer he sees when he gets released from the drunk tank, even if it's actually a bottle of Listerine.

How about this one?

"No offense to your husband,"

Like I care if he's offended.

"But, you look really great. Especially for having all those kids."

And, um, is it bragging to say that he went on for a little bit? And that I was wearing my Yoga shorts? Whatever. It made my day. And reliving the moment is giving me a warm fuzzy feeling all over again.

To all of you charming young men out there: Don't be shy. Chatting up old, married mamas is a great way to develop mad complimenting skillzz. And there's no risk of rejection or harassment. We won't follow you home, we won't try to be your girlfriend and we won't ask you to father our children. We don't want any more children. We might, however, make you some cookies or buy you a hot dog or something. Bring it on. Please? I feel ugly.

Namasté, y'all!


Anonymous said...

A few years back, after dinner with friends at that place on the edge of 5 Pts. that's on a hill and has an outdoor deck, I came back to my car to find a note under the windshield wiper. It said that he'd seen me arrive as he was leaving, he thought I was pretty and that he hoped I'd give him a call, followed by his number.

I threw the note away, but boy did I walk around like a queen for the rest of the evening! If I'd been single, I guess I might have found it stalkery. But, like you said, these days I take what I can get.

Lizzie said...

One of my favorite street comments, while wearing my favorite jeans: "Girl! You got a fat ass!"

I said, "Yeah! Thank you!"

Eva said...

Nothing to do with being complimented in parking lots, but your Free Times piece this week is excellent. The decline of Louis' has been a sad thing...actually, you and I complained about it back in May, I believe. There's a related thread on Chowhound:

Su said...

And just think of all the people that THINK nice things but don't have the guts to say them! I bet it's like a 10 to 1 ratio or something, but that's awfully complicated math for after dinner.