I had a real cute on the other day. One of the kindergarten kids has taken quite a shine to me. He calls me Office or Mrs. Office and comes in several times a day to talk and get me to walk him back to class. On Monday he came in a he says “Office, I love you”, I said, “aw thats sweet of you” to which he replies “you are bootiful” I said “hey wanna get married?” he says EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!
Nothing like a lil one to make you feel good. Altho I’m still trying to figure out if I’m a bootful or beautiful
I was working alone in the classroom of one of my graphic design classes in college, with my stuff spread all over, working on a project. I was hemming and hawing over the different versions I had come up with, trying to decide which one to go with. My classmate Lyle wandered in and watched over my shoulder as I sounded him out about my ideas. He told me (paraphrased), “You know, Scarlett, I wouldn’t worry too much about it if I were you. You have a certain standard that’s very high, and you never go below it, so whatever you do will be great!” I stil carry that with me, 14 years later.
Here’s one on behalf of my friend Cathy: A guy in a bar told her that if she lost 30 pounds, she’d be the best-looking girl on campus. At first she was peeved (why does she have to lose weight to be cute?), but then she thought, “Hey, I really need to lose 50 pounds!”
Most recently, my Dungeons & Dragons group paid me a complement that made me blush. For this adventure my character is a bard so I decided to try and write a ballad. Now I’m no poet and I know the end result was nothing but doggeral.
Still, the group loved it. The Dungeon Master put it up on his website (here) and even gave me 100 extra experience points. I was positively giddy after that.
I’m a reg on the They Might Be Giants newsgroup, and that’s where I got my favorite compliment. I ended a post with “I’m sick, aren’t I?” The reply? “Yeah, but I wouldn’t worry about it. There are millions of perfectly healthy children who would kill to be ask sick as you.”
My journalism professor in college told a classmate of mine that I was the best pure writer he’d ever seen. My classmate later relayed that statement to me, and it STILL brightens my day when I think about it.
My mother once told me I was too caring, and that I’d give someone the shirt off my back if they needed it. I’ll always treasure that one.
My wife tells me that I have made a huge difference and improvement in her life.
This is more of a sweet compliment, rather than a cool one, but clever nonetheless. I was having an okay day and all, and was tired by the end. My [now ex]boyfriend leaned over and asked me if he could find and count all my freckles…
The coolest was my husband telling me that I was better than no wife at all. This is high praise indeed from someone certain that he would never marry until he met me, believing that to have no mate was preferable to having a less than perfect one.
Second coolest was a male friend telling me that I didn’t think like a woman, I thought like a person. Exactly what I have been striving for my entire adult life. It was inadvertantly seconded by a regular poster on another board who was irritated that should couldn’t tell by my posts whether I was a man or a woman.
The day my biology teacher commented that I had some of the steadiest hands he had ever seen. “Surgeon’s Hands”, he called them.
I never did all that well with the textbook work–but it was my performance on the dissections that saved my grade. The next year, the same situation saved my grade in Anatomy/Physiology class.
I’ve been dreaming of becoming a doctor ever since.
-Ashley
(This is an interesting thread. Not often that I see one that I can read through entirely without pausing. Thanks, Flup!)
Two of my favorite compliments came near the end of my senior year in high school. In NV, my eleven classmates, our amazing teacher/surrogate mom, and I were reading “goodbye” letters to each other. When my friend Steve’s turn came around, he said, “Jess used to just be that really smart girl in German class, but now she’s that really smart girl who’s one of my best friends.” The other compliment came at a campout where everyone was rather tipsy except for me. My one friend and I stayed up all night and were talking about a lot of emotional stuff, including her mom’s illnesses (especially depression). She told me that she was so proud of everything I had come through, and that I was beautiful, and that she hoped that someday her mom could be as strong as I was. That just killed me, especially coming from this particular girl, who was so strong and had been through so much in her own life. OK, I’m crying now… but they’re good tears.
Well, the best compliments I recieved are from my boyfriend, but they’re quite fit to repeat (or, even true).
The coolest compliment I’ve ever given was just last week. There’s this guy I know who is toally intelligent and nice and great. After a whole long deabte we all had, I told him: “When I grow up, I want to be you.”
My son was about two. We were playing trucks in the basement.
My wife’s turn to put him to bed, so he kissed me good night, and marched off with my wife upstairs. My wife asked “Did you and Daddy have a good time?” Quite offhandedly he said “Yes - I like Daddy!”
Well, I once was called an aristocratic beauty. That was wild.
No, I have two. I had moved out of my parents’ house, was feeling pretty blue, as all my friends were away at college, and I was temping and hating it. My friend sent me an email telling me that I was the strongest person that she knew, and that she didn’t have whatever I had inside myself to be independant enough at 18 to be financially independant of my parents, and that she looked up to me. I cryed reading it, and it made me feel 1000 times better. It was a small effort on her behalf, and it made my year.
And about a month ago, I was volunteering at a preschool in a low-income youth center in town. There is this boy who is 3, but a very young three. His communiacation skills aren’t that hot, and he’s just underdeveloped compared to the other kids his age. I had been playing with him on the playground, and was talking to another kid, when one of the teachers came up to me holding his hand.
“See, Seamus? There’s Brooke!” she whispered in my ear “He asked me if he could take you home to play. I told him you’d play with him here.” The fact that this kid, who is so quiet, and introverted trusted me and liked me that much meant a LOT.
I received one of the nicest compliments from my husbands great aunt who is visiting from Germany. She is only a few years older than her neice, my MIL ( one of those cross generation things) and my MIL had to interpret for me.
“Shirley is a better mother than X ( my sister in law). She’s really involved with her kids and know their moods and feelings. She looks like she really enjoys them.”
The one I usually get is either, " You’re pretty funny" or
" You’re a real smart ass." ( To the latter, I always reply, " You say that like it’s a bad thing.")
A number of gay friends and acquaintances (and Eve, for some reason) have called me “the gayest heterosexual guy they know.”
They swear they are alluding to my quiet good taste, knowledge of the fine arts, incisive and often scathing wit, cooking skills, fine touch on the pianoforte, and ability to match colors.
