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Monday, May 31, 2004
Cute VS Handsome
I know I'm cute. I don't think I'm handsome. And I'm okay with that.
But I do love receiving compliments, especially when they come from good-looking strangers. It suddenly puts on a lot of weight. It's one of the many superficial things that never fails to put a smile on my face. Man, I'm so shallow! Well, at least I'm honest.
I get compliments often. I hear a lot of "You are so cute" or "You are so adorable", but never "You are so handsome". I heard the H word being said to me in San Francisco quite a bit. This weekend, I heard the H word quite a bit too: at a house party, in a restaurant, in a club, even in the street.
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Here's some of the highlights:
A week ago at the airport coming back to Toronto, a female security officer looks at my passport picture then coldly asks that I take off my sunglasses. I oblige. Just as I do, she blushes almost in awe: "Wow, you're so handsome."
It was unexpected so I gracefully give her a nod of thank you. Off I go with the biggest smile in the world.
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On friday night, I took my good friend, Scuba, to a downtown restaurant. While showing him pictures of San Francisco, a young & attractive woman on the next table taps me on the shoulder. I look her way and so does Scuba.
To Scuba, she says: "Your friend here is so handsome. You two make such a great couple!"
I'm quick to reply: "Thank you. But we're just friends." The young woman apologizes, but again compliments that I'm just "so handsome".
How is one supposed to react? Seeing that I don't get a scene like this often, I say: "Oh thank you. Please don't stop. Keep the compliments coming." We laugh together.
Afterwards, Scuba whispers to me: "How can she compliment you and not me? Bitch!"
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Zipping past Church street yesterday afternoon, still nursing a hangover from both Friday and Saturday night, I walk pass a bar with a huge window where four (maybe five) lesbians are shouting enthusiastic commentaries to passer-bys.
I was cautious, so I gave no eye-contact. Hopefully they won't notice me. Looking ahead, I hear one of the girls yell: "Hey!...Hey!" From the corner of my eye, I see one girl squarely pointing her finger at me. I hear one of the girls take note of my tattoo. I hear the H word, and then I hear another girl scream out the 'S' compliment.
I'm "sexy"? Hmmm. Wow. For that brief moment, the girls seemed to go crazy. I had no choice but to look back and see their smiling faces. They're probably drunk I pressume. But I nod back in acknowledgment.
I feel good.
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