On the corner of Grace Street and Ryland, a man stops me by putting his hand up.
"You have to be the best looking woman getting in shape out here walking," he says. "And I see you around here all the time!"
"Cause I walk every day," I explain, smiling. "But thanks."
"And another thing, I like your grill," he tells me. "I like your smile. It lights me up inside every time I see it."
Last week a guy complimented me on my great gams and after I thanked him, I teased him about using such an old-fashioned word.
Being complimented on my grill must be my new-school cosmic payback.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
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So, is there a second date scheduled??
ReplyDeleteA compliment from a random stranger is hardly a first date.
ReplyDeleteI think they were referring to the next post, re the olio lunch date.
ReplyDeleteYou think?
ReplyDeleteuh huh.
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