"I knew the day you met me, I could love you if you'd let me, Though you touched my cheek and said how easy you'd forget me. You said: butterflies are free, and so are we." - butterflies are free, the movie
i had a classmate in law school who came from a well-to-do family (not surprising, as the school was jesuit-run private research university, and i was on scholarship or i could not have afforded it) who from the first day of the semester kept telling me "you're very pretty". having grown up being called 'ugly ducking' i thought he was talking to someone else. every time he spoke to me, i would look slightly behind me to see who he was talking to. you see, he was horribly cross-eyed and despite my upbringing of having to look someone straight in the eye when conversing, i really felt uncomfortable. i can't remember now if he was good looking or not, because i could never look at him as i would either burst out laughing or i'd get confused wondering where he was looking.
one day, as our professor was delivering his lecture and i was busy taking notes, he whispered several times to me "you're really pretty today". i really got so annoyed i slammed my pen on my notebook and told him (before i could check myself), "what's with you, is there something wrong with your eyes?" to which the professor stopped and looked at us while the rest of the class uncontrollably laughed. i stood up and took another seat at the end of the next row, far away from him.
the next day he gave me a card, through one of our classmates, apologizing and on it was printed the above quote from the movie. he never spoke to me again, which was fine. i might have looked assinine with the rest of the class, but the few people who were sitting around us knew he had been pestering me.
thank you for your kind visits and comments; know that they are truly appreciated.
That made me laugh and remember a college astronomy class where a guy kept shyly smiling and trying to flirt with me and I hadn't much experience with flirting. I was married and 21 and had only ever dated one person. Then he was behind me, saying "I think you're beautiful" and I turned to tell him to leave me alone that I appreciated the compliments but I had a husband
Only
The class had a stadium seating with each tier of seats at eye level with the row in front. He was wearing the short, cut off, denim shorts of the early 80's and clearly no underwear. Tunnel vision!
I gasped, burst out laughing, and moved seats. Never saw him again.
@pandorasecho Love your tale! Also can sympathise with Vikki's - we as women are too enamoured with the "beautiful' or similar comment! My husband often says, humorously to a lady, My God, but you are beautiful" He's just making them at ease but boy, do they respond!
@pandorasecho@summerfield Both stories are hilarious. Sort of. They bring back an era when I was young and felt an obligation to be respectful to everyone. If someone spoke to me, I felt I should givethem the time of day -- and politely at that. It doesn't bring back specific incidents, but definitely brings back a specific and very uncomfortable feeling.
@pandorasecho Hysterical! Glad you weren't scarred by that vision!
This is such a perfect image. Great composition, POV and subject choice Vikki. Loved your story too. Just another skill you excel at. ( please ignore the preposition at the end of that sentence! I couldn't figure out a better way to say it!)
Purple is my favorite color. Nice high key image.
Another interesting tale from you.
It looks as if this is turning into scratch and sniff month for you. :-D
Another fun/cleverly told story to match a nicely crafted shot. But all I could think of was, "If she's so allergic to perfume, what is she doing with all of these perfume bottles?!" (o:
Great story telling and shot! Looks are funny old things. If I'd met my husband (who was my pen pal for over a year) I'd not have looked at him twice. He's shorter than me and has cross eyes! Luckily through his letters I'd come to know hise whacky sense of humour and his caring character! We've been married thirteen years and I haven't noticed his eyes for years! Lucky we wrote first!!!!
Only
The class had a stadium seating with each tier of seats at eye level with the row in front. He was wearing the short, cut off, denim shorts of the early 80's and clearly no underwear. Tunnel vision!
I gasped, burst out laughing, and moved seats. Never saw him again.
This is such a perfect image. Great composition, POV and subject choice Vikki. Loved your story too. Just another skill you excel at. ( please ignore the preposition at the end of that sentence! I couldn't figure out a better way to say it!)
Another interesting tale from you.
It looks as if this is turning into scratch and sniff month for you. :-D