In the past few weeks, I've been told three times that I look like Tom Brady. By a customer at work, a co-worker's daughter, and a random girl (all unrelated).
I don't think so. The erie thing about it is that in each of these circumstances it was directly after meeting me for the first time. THEN last night a woman I was so smitten by me that she didn't even talk to me upon our introduction:
"Brett, meet my friend Carla."
"Hi, Carla, nice to meet you! I'm Brett."
**to the introducer, without acknowledging me whatsoever** "ooh, he looks like a celebrity! like a sports celebrity, you know what I mean? Like a celebrity soccer player!"
**I got bashful and thanked her and quickly ran away**
**I got bashful and thanked her and quickly ran away**
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I guess I should make something clear: I understand that sometimes I can appear to have above average looks. But be wary of inflating my already-too-large ego. However, giving me a compliment like that might put a cocktail in your hand.
I just wish I could look like a famous cowboy or James Hetfield. Instead I get nancy-boy Tom Brady and a dude who's picture is next to "Metrosexual" in the dictionary.
1 comment:
I smell an intentionally bashful slow posting. Blog hard or blog home!
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