I'm a sucker for compliments. Say you like my shoes and I'll leap in front of a bullet for you.
I'm a sucker for compliments. Say you like my shoes and I'll leap in front of a bullet for you.
"The most important and recognize player in the history of the country."
Sometimes I wonder what my life would be like if I were as great as Paulo Wanchope.
I like getting compliments, when they're genuine compliments. The weirdest compliment I've probably ever received, is when someone told me they loved the way I ate sandwiches.
I love compliments, whichever way they come.
One of the most recent compliments was from my girlfriend's friend, she said I was easiestly the most well dressed guy in the club, and that I looked very nice in my pinstripped blazer and so forth. *^.^*
"... and so I close, realizing that perhaps the ending has not yet been written."
I like it. But it rarely happens, and I do get a bit flustered about it. The only ones I can call to mind are a girl at uni who thought my Gir bag rocked, and three people in the gift shop in Six Flags in MO who thought my white and grey combat pants with nifty straps were great. Oh, and a security guard at Atlanta International Airport liked them, too! xD