Sideways: How To Believe A Compliment
- By Kelly Diels
- 6 September, 2010
- 6 Comments
The cashier’s eyes are mesmerizing. They’re blue-green, lit from within, and provide an electric shock of colour amidst the black of her hair and white of her skin. Beautiful. I can’t stop looking that them, or her.
The girl with the Aegean eyes brings us our order. As she walks away, F tells me she looked him straight in the eyes and smiled.
“That’s ‘cuz you’re so pretty,” I tease. But I’m not really teasing. My friend is beautiful. Women – cashiers, customers, friends, six year olds, sixty year olds – love him. He loves them back.
“Did you see her eyes?” he asks. “They’re amazing. They look just like yours. That’s what I was looking at when I was looking at you and made you uncomfortable.”
About the author
- More at
Did you write the above? How’s this for MINIMAL?
I’m looking at her eyes, and I can’t stop. Okay, I’m a girl. She’s a girl. But hey, those Aegean blue-green pools, their gorgeous, for everyone, including my date, who locks onto her face as well as she brings us our order. She stares back, at F, my date, ‘cause everyone stares at F. He’s as striking as our waitress.
She leaves. F shifts back to me, and my hair, a mess of waves pulled into a ponytail. I should have straightened it this morning.
“Did you see her eyes?” F asks. “They’re amazing. They look like yours.”
“No they don’t.”
[Reply]
mmmmm Irving you rock my artistic world. Love the way you stripped down and butched up my story. xo
[Reply]
Love this Kelly. Real compliments are so refreshing, even better when they come from someone you love and respect.
[Reply]
I have nearly drowned in those blue-green pools. If you couldn’t look away, F was right – they are like yours.
Hugs and butterflies,
~T~
[Reply]
The waitress with luminescent eyes leaves with our order. So full of light and motion, her eyes are captivating, mesmerizing. Like afternoon sun on the Aegean.
In our booth I’m looking at F who’s looking at me. I’m self-consciously aware of my hair and my eyebrows and my teeth. His eyes squint briefly and then widen as he slowly smiles in approval. At that moment I’m flooded with love, or is it merely relief? He’s too pretty to be satisfied with me.
When the waitress brings our food she catches his eye and smiles.
“Did you see her eyes?” he asks when she’s gone. “That’s how your eyes look.”
[Reply]
[...] Kelly: Yes. But I don’t tend to date them. I’m attracted to them. But I date the pretty boys. [...]