Tell People They’re Buff
Once upon a time there was a girl in Central London. She was confident in her abilities yet consistently unlucky in matters of the heart. She often felt pretty low about herself. One day, whilst she was wandering about her business, she crossed Covent Garden and a taxi driver wound down his window.
“Alright love?” he yelled. She looked away with nervousness. He chuckled, “Dahn’t be scared, just wonnid ta say, you got beeyoutiffull eyes!” He looked at her earnestly at the traffic lights and she grinned back as they changed from red to green.
Once upon another time this girl was in Kings Cross station. She was VERY late for her pals birthday and she was VERY stressed. She wasn’t really in the mood to feel like she was being followed. And yet being followed she was. A chap strode alongside her and blocked her path. He stood in front of her and said, “I’m so sorry, you probably will think I’m mental and honestly I’ve never done this but I just want you to know that I think you’re really pretty.”
The girl was a bit taken aback and thought ‘Ooh really?! Are the British doing this now? Just openly complimenting strangers in public places?!’ She said “Er..thank you…” (She had quite the way with words) She hadn’t realised but she was nervously playing with her not-massively-cool earring, a dangly owl made of of a feather with goggly eyes (because she is fun) and it fell out. He picked it up for her, she took it and he looked a bit bemused at the goggly eyes. She said, “Oh sorry…I just really like owls…” Luckily, he laughed and asked her if she’d like to go for a drink sometime.
Another time this girl was walking to the Piccadilly line. There was a handsome chap lingering about who looked lost and she offered her tube-knowledge-services to direct him to the Victoria line. As they stepped in line together and chatted easily and hilariously away this happened:
He: So…are you working today?
Her: No, no I have a day off actually, I’m just going to meet a friend.
Her: Oh god no, I don’t have a boyfriend!
He: (very cagey) Wow. Okayyyy.
Her: (very nervous) What?
He: You just…you look like you’re in love. You’re just…so pretty.
Just so happens I am that wandering gal in Central London and all of those moments happened to me. And I’m not sharing them because I feel big or clever or I’m gloating or that it’s something that happens all the time (believe me, it doesn’t) or even because any of them were the tip of the iceberg on a great epic love story. Really, they were nothing more than a passing moment. But you know what? Those passing moments made me feel really special and important for a little while.
Sometimes it’s just swell to get a reminder that moments like that, those fleeting, chargey, tummy butterflyish, heart thumping, eye-contact-across-the-pub moments exist, especially if you’re single and don’t have anyone special to make you feel special. And although it has its wonderful merits, bloody hell, being single has a fair share of down bits too. So I just wanted to throw a massive warm and fuzzy bone out there to anyone else that is single and feels like everyone else around them is getting engaged or coupling up or moving in with their other half or whatever. You’re awesome too I promise, and you don’t need a rock on your fourth finger to prove that.
So go on! I urge you, open your gob and your heart, spread a bit of warmth and tell someone that they are handsome or pretty today. DON’T BE SHY! Even if they seem a bit bewildered by your BOLDNESS and drop a googley eyed owl earring on your lap, I tell no lie, it will make their day and they will get a tingle from it and they will feel a little bit special for a moment. Because wouldn’t we all like to feel a bit more special every now and then?
And it’s nearly the weekend. And here’s a picture of a pug I met called Minnie.
Happy Thursday folks xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx