for knowing how to compliment a woman. Someone taught you well. Kudos to him or her as well.
The situation:
Me, wearing my favorite Sesame Street shirt, waiting for the train door to open. There are two cuteish boys standing on the platform in front of the door, waiting to get on. Door opens. Boy A smiles at me. Boy B says, "I love your hair too, miss!" as he's stepping onto the train. I turn around to say, "Thank you!" enthusiastically and genuinely, and walk home with a big old smile on my face.
He totally could have gotten my number or at least a legitimate interaction if he'd had the time/asked. Because THAT is how you talk to a woman.
Inside the mind of a kind of quirky, pretty stubborn, way too opinionated, twenty-something, heteroflexible Black female newly employed up-and-moved-to-DC Princeton GRADUATE who's just trying to sort out her life. An uninhibited celebration of all that is me, this blog is an exercise in self-discovery and live-with-your-heart-wide-open-ness. Though I make respect a habit, I will not always be politically correct, and I believe in the power of making audiences uncomfortable to inspire change.
Monday, August 8, 2011
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