Friday, March 30, 2007

All compliments are good compliments

I'm sure that you guys don't remember Tom. But, I ran into him at my soccer game today.

He was at the facility when I played my first game, too. He said to me, "you'll score a goal tonight." I promised him that I wouldn't. And then went and scored the game-winning goal with a minute left in the game. Loved that.

Anyway. This is not supposed to be about my athletic prowess.

This is about Tom being a dirty old man.

When I saw him before my game, he was all "oh, so lovely to see you," in his cute foreign accent. He gave me a friendly hug and a peck on the cheek.

I saw him again at the end of the game. He waves me over to where he was standing and says to me, "you're looking great out there, since the last time I saw you."

I'm thinking that he's talking about my soccer. I smile and open my mouth to politely refuse his flattery, but he continues.

"It has been a few months since you had been here," he said (in reality, it had been closer to a year), "and are in really good shape." I still think he's complimenting my soccer, because I am playing better these days. "I mean, your face has always been beautiful, but your body looks really great."

Old Tom was checking me out.

And while maybe I should feel buoyed by the fact that there is at least one man in the world who finds me attractive, I mostly feel dirty.

Old Tom was checking me out. Gah.


Amy said...

ew. I have experienced that and it just felt yucky. Like all you can think of is getting home and taking a shower. Blech.

(Not that you're not cute or that the compliment wasn't know what I mean...)

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