Wow. That’s good. That’s really good. I’m gonna use that, someday.
On internet games, I’ve been told I play too well to be a girl. Apparently those guys think that girls’ only possible existence is as Some Guy’s Needy Girlfriend.
The full explanation gets too long, but a guy once vouched for me when someone else accused me of taking drugs because of specially imaginative ideas. “Dude, she don’t need no drugs, she’s crazier sober than you and me together and all stoned up. She just usually hides it so she don’t scare people.” Thanks, I believe.
And a few times I’ve been told, in person, usually by guys over 50, that “they would never have thought a girl/woman/lady would be able to (do whatever I’d managed to do)”. Thanks personally, but may I smack you in the name of some 3,000,000,000 members of our species?
I once had a boyfriend who told me my nipples were so perfect he want to make them into earrings when I died. (He was just trying to be weird, I wasn’t dating Ed Gein.)
Just now, I was making a sandwich in the company kitchen - egg salad and ham in the end of a baguette - and this guy from the partner company walked in. Quietly spoken, mid-fifties, reasonably friendly but not very ebullient.
He looked at my sandwich and said “that looks like a BIG ORGASM sandwich” and walked out.
You’d rather he stayed? :dubious:
Special Sauce, indeed!
betenoir, I think we know some of the same guys.
A guy I dated once told me I had “the nicest boobs he’s ever seen in real life.” :dubious:
I have been repeatedly told by many people that I look just like Toby Maguire. Strangers have even shouted “Hey Toby!” at me. Aside from being a thin white guy with brown hair, I honestly don’t see it.
Someone told me they thought [on seeing me entering the room] that I was my brother. “you think I look like a man?”
“oh no, he looks like you”
“so you think my brother looks like a woman?”
“yes”
Okaaayyy
Someone’s child told me she thought I was the Child Catcher from Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
:eek:
A girlfriend once told me I’d make a really ugly woman.
I was once told that my clitoris was “photogenic”. Keep in mind this guy never actually took pictures of it, or saw any pictures of it, just the real deal.
A different guy once said to me, “I want to fuck your personality”. From his later actions, it seems he wanted to fuck other things as well (he did not succeed).
A woman who works in some division of media locally came to the radio station to be on a program one time. I was setting up the studio and getting ready to engineer. She recognized my voice, which is heard all day, and she said, “Oh, I expected a guy in a tuxedo.”
An old boss told me I was a dead ringer for Julian Lennon. I quit that job.
I’ve been told that I have great ears. Of course, I was told this by a fellow who loves RPGs, and my ears stick out from my head more so than most people’s. He later admitted it was likely an elf-fetish.
You would be amazed how many girls suddenly get interested when you act like their rejection is no big deal, or worse yet, meshes with their own poor perception of their physical faults.
My boyfriend just got out of the hospital. The nurses kept telling him he had a great heartrate. Just, awesome. Perfect.
When drawing blood on patients, I’ve been known to compliment them on their good veins. I love it when the vein pops out just enough to make my job really easy! Not that I find it sexy or anything, it’s just that I feel these people should know how wonderful their veins are to a blood-taker.
One comment I get a lot is “you look so much like someone I know!” I’d say about a third of the new people I’m introduced to tell me this, or tell me that I look so familiar. Now, I’m not famous or anything, and I live a fairly dull little life with not so much socializing, which leads me to believe that I am in actual fact one of several clone Antigens wandering the face of the earth.
I am biracial, with skin color about like Halle Berry’s . I have had at least three interchanges that went roughly like this:
Baffling Person: (insert racist comment/joke/story here)
Me: Hey!
BP: Oh, I forgot you were black.
???
At that point, if I were you, I’d punch them in the face and say “Now you won’t forget again.”
A guy at work once told me, “Wow, when you’re wearing high heels you walk so gracefully.”
As opposed to all the other times I don’t and I stumble about like a drunk hippo?
Sorry. Some of us just can’t take a damned compliment, can we?
But I thanked him and let my stopgap hold the other part back.
I walk well in high heels thanks to the late MotherSilver1. Yes, we did the walk-in-high-heels-with-a-book-on-your-head thing when I was thirteen.
I think he meant, YOU walk gracefully in high heels, most other women stumble about like drunken hippos.