Encounters

Yesterday I had the strangest comment about my looks.


I was printing something, and while I was doing that I was also, quite intimately, re-adjusting my underwear. Before I started re-adjusting I had checked no-one could see me. Unfortunately, someone appeared from behind the wall to print something. A man I have seen many times before, but whom name I don’t know. I grinned embarrassed and said: “I’m re-adjusting my clothes”, to which he answered: “If you want to lose weight, that’s all right.” Eh? Did I say something about weight? Are you calling me fat? Had I complained about my weight, the comment still wouldn’t be too flattering, but I would be able to accept it. However, I did not, I was re-adjusting my clothes. From his comment I can only conclude he finds me fat. Well, that’s great. I could have told that man that if he wanted a facelift, that’s all right. I didn’t, because I’ve got decency.
I was also too stunned.


Top left is me about one year ago. My hair is much longer now. The one bottom right you might recognize as my header; My hair is much longer now.


To end this post on a positive note….

A few weeks back I went into a liquor store to buy, well, liquor. The man behind the counter asked me for my ID. That hadn’t happened for a while. I was too surprised to complain or be insulted, so I showed him my ID which says I was born in 1981 which makes me 32 years old. The man looked up in surprise and wondered: “How do you do it?” “Do what?” “Keep such a smooth skin, you look much younger.” Baffled I replied: “I wash.”

I was too stunned, once again, to give a clever response.

This reminds me of a column I read a few weeks back by a guest writer. He stated Dutch people are not used to flirting. When someone flirts with them, they’re too stunned and stumble away. I don’t know that’s true.