"You are a "seenager," a man on Fitness Singles wrote in a message yesterday. "Senior in age, body of a teenager." Laughed about this all day.
Here's another one:
Ten years ago, my doctor made me gain ten lbs. in case I got sick. It took a year.
"Why, Kathleen, you finally filled out!" my ex-husband exclaimed.
"There's a compliment in there somewhere, Terry," I replied dryly and laughed. Promptly returned to my fighting weight.
I was at a Christmas festival of lights open house were people paid money to a charity for the right to visit about 10 different homes over a three hour period and was one of the volunteers stationed thru out the house and this very attractive lady whom i had only know for a short while came up to me ,I was in a real nice suit and tie and said to me " You really clean up well " loved that compliment
I Love How You Don't Care How You Come Across.
You're So Charming When You Make An Effort
I Wish I Didn't Have Any Responsibilities Like You
You're not like my old boyfriend
You look great for your age.
I love how you just don't care what you look like
You carry your weight well
They thought it was a compliment, I still do not. I was constantly told how "plain" I was growing up and how it was a good thing that I enjoyed a hamburger and fries because "guys like a cheap date". Parents....there's a reason I live three states away and rarely visit.
Not exactly a compliment but notice. On a camping trip to the Smokies with a youth group from Chicagoland, we were hiking by a church and drawn in when we heard singing. (We had some good singers in our secular group.) We got to talking with the pastor, who asked, rather oddly we thought at first, "Who is the oddest of your group?" My friends told me later that they immediately thought of me.
Upon clarification, we learned the pastor was actually saying "Who is the artist of the group?" - in his Northeastern accent.
It was actually intended as an insult
In 2016 I used to go to a cigar lounge a few miles from my home. There was a regular crew of guys that came by, and we all got along well despite a few of them being Trump supporters. There was also a newish, non-regular guy. He was interesting in that he was uncommonly bright, and could converse thoughtfully across a range of subjects. He'd done some low-level military intelligence work. Initially, he was interesting and pleasant to speak with.
As I got to know him though, it became apparent that he was the most vile, awful, racist, religiously intolerant, bigoted trump-supporter you can imagine. He just covered it in a veneer of intelligence.
One Friday night, with a near capacity of about 15 guys in the lounge, he went on some non-sensical trump supporting monologue. I listened, and then de-constructed his argument and made him look, frankly, kind of foolish as I'd caught him in what with even a bit of analysis was a self-contradicting logic trap. He was furious. At the time it wasn't funny, it was one of the man-confrontation situations where the tenor of the discussion changes and the tension in the room moves up ASAP.
So, very upset, he looks at me and says words to the effect: " Mitch, you are just a fucking intellectual and over-think everything." It was said in the most hostile way possible.
So I went Stoic on him.
Understand, there was high tension in the room.I slowly, very slowly, took a drag off of my cigar, savored the flavor, and then puffed out the smoke. The entire room was locked on me, waiting. I replied, with my best man-stare: "Scott, thank you. I have clearly upset you by deconstructing and pointing out the poor logic, weak thinking, and racism of your argument. But instead of pointing out one of my many, many flaws, you have chosen to compliment me on one of my best attributes. Thank you."
He turned even redder, but was absolutely tongue-tied with no idea what to say.
The tension quickly left the room. We ignored each other for the balance of the evening.
Intellectual. I'll take it.
Lucky you to have the body of a teenager and the wisdom of a senior. In my case being called a "seenager" would mean a senior (in body and mind) who is free to act like a teenager, at least this year, since I'm not working. I'm having all the fun now that I missed in my youth, without many responsibilities, kind of like one endless summer.