zenexistence

I got called, "pretty" last night.
I'm not quite sure I'm comfortable with that term.

Granted, I, by no means, consider myself pretty, I think maybe interesting is a better word. I was raised to be humble and definitely maintain that I am, it's just that pretty has such a feminine connotation to it and I don't think there is anything particularly feminine about me.
Well, except I get moody.
And I'm a raging bitch four days out of the month.
And I sleep in a nightie.
And I have these GREAT tits.

Just kidding. Although, I really do get moody.

But seriously, the compliment itself was supremely nice, although I suck badly at taking them and I blush fiercely [this is when being pale is a bad thing, blushes are too obvious] as it had come from someone that is herself disturbingly 'pretty'. Regardless, I still felt like an ass hearing it.

What the hell is that all about?

How come I couldn't simply have said 'thank you' and not ended up doing what I did do -- which is pretty much the "Aww, shucks, kick-the-imaginary-rock-with-my-shoe-hands-stuck-in-my-pockets-like-a-seven-year-old"-kinda thing?
Christ, I'm just a Super-sized dork.

I'm gonna go step into my Dork shower now and use my special idiot-scented Dork soap.

-Scotty