Beginning programming class. The slightly absent-minded instructor had assigned us a programming task involving a card trick, and we were to obtain the data from an account he had set up. The data were supposed to be the numbers from 0 to 51 (to represent the cards) in random order – only his data set had the numbers from 1 to 52, so no one’s program worked. I went to his office to tell him; he pulled up the data, and sure enough, they were wrong. He scratched his head for a bit, trying to figure out how to fix it, until I quietly suggested that he just change the 52 to a 0, and then the data would work.
He thought about it for a minute, and then said (I wish I could recall the exact words) something to the effect of “You’re not as dumb as I thought” or “You’re smarter than you look.” Mind, I had been getting perfect grades in the class up to this point. Wonder if it had something to do with the fact that I was one of only a very few women in the Comp Sci major?
From a guy named Emilio, whose grasp of English was rather, um, creative: “You have the face of an angel … I do not know if you have the same wars in America, but you look like an angel in the last war.”
I was flattered, until he asked me five minutes later how my trousers were going. (They’re not going anywhere tonight, but thanks anyway.)
I used to work as a bank teller… and had this one man tell me once that I was “accidentally charming”… (which could mean I was a cute klutz, but nonetheless…)
I don’t know if I would call it a compliment, but I puffed out with pride. And no, me puffing out wiht pride wasn’t pretty so don’t even go there. Anyway, someone once told me “<regular name here>, you are the meanest motheryouknowwhatgoeshere in the valley.” Well she didn’t say you know what goes here, but you get the picture, right?
My favorite compliment came from a friend’s wife. Us fellas were sitting around talking computers and video card specs. Now I’m not a hardcore hardware wirehead, but I know enough to get myself in trouble. I popped up with a comment, and my buddy’s wife swivels around wide-eyed and said, “Do you know what they’re talking about?” I assured her I did, and she replies, “Wow, you sure don’t LOOK like a geek!”
A few days ago a girl told me “I thought you were a senior. You look older.” I’m a sophomore in college. Well, I thought that was very strange since most people tell me I look like I’m 12 (I’m around 4 foot 9-ish).
Last year a guy told me I have strong thighs. NO, I did not have sexual relations with him… he just put his hands above my knees when I was sitting down once… that was weird…
from the guy that set up my new computer, he said I was a hyper-media multitasker. This is not what I do with the computer, it’s a reference to my personality. I will treasure it always.
Oh, yes…people at the plasma center constantly praise me and my good-bleeding vein. They cite it as an example of good physical health and hydration… :o :eek:
“Sheesh Swimming, you have the loudest piss I’ve ever heard.” This was said whilst standing next to a coworker at the urinal.
“The more I talk to you, the more I want you.” Which at first appears to be a compliment, but if you think about it: she didn’t want anything to do with me until she talked to me for a while…
“You have gigantic knuckles for a man your size.” I’m just over 6’ and while my hands are a bit big, I still don’t understand that comment.
“You make no sense at all.” Which wasn’t a reference to my communication (though it might also fit there too) but rather, a comment on my taste in literature and music combined with my personality and job.
“You’d think that a guy like that wouldn’t be able to cook!” Uh, thanks…
My big brother once told me I was the least feminine-acting woman he’d ever known. He was going through a bad patch where he considered typical female behavior to consist of lying, being manipulative, and generally being an asshole, so it really was quite a compliment.
I was buying mini-cupcakes from the bakery the other day, and as I was carrying them to the cash register a little girl about 5 or 6 called out “Hey, I like your cupcakes!” What is the socially correct way to respond to this kind of compliment? “Thanks” just doesn’t quite seem to fit.
And no, me puffing out wiht pride wasn’t pretty so don’t even go there. Anyway, someone once told me “<regular name here>, you are the meanest motheryouknowwhatgoeshere in the valley.” Well she didn’t say you know what goes here, but you get the picture, right?
I on the other hand am a “hard stick” and the phlebotomists run away when it’s my turn.