Happy 100th Post

No fanfare. Nothing exciting. Just a normal post for our big #100.

For the new year, we started to go to the gym. To be fair, I should mention that the fact that we signed up for our membership on 1/1/11 happened merely to be a coincidence--we'd been toying with the idea for a long time, and the combination of a little bit of extra cash from Christmas along with a little bit of extra time due to the holiday just made it a go.

Today, just after my run on the treadmill, I was walking toward the water fountain, when a gentleman stopped me.

"Good morning," he said, in a very pleasant tone. I think I muttered back to him, something like "gmn."

"You are beautiful," he then said. Now, keep in mind, this was AFTER my run. So, picture me covered in sweat (I sweat a LOT), red-faced, hair a mess, and in gym clothes to boot.

"Huh?" I said, sure I had misheard him.

"You. Are. Beautiful," he repeated. I was totally taken aback.

"Thanks," I said. He ducked into the men's locker room, and that was that.

The thing that struck me was that it was a totally sincere compliment, delivered with no guile. It was delivered as you would tell someone you liked their haircut or their shirt.

I'm terrible at giving compliments. I get all awkward, and wonder what people will think of me. Will they think I'm coming on to them? Will they think I want something from them? So, usually, whatever nice thing I'm thinking about you probably goes unsaid. And I think a LOT of nice things about you.

Maybe I'll start to give more compliments.

Say, that's a really nice shirt you're wearing. :-)