Okay, so today someone complimented me on my fanny.   Which on the whole was nice, but which came as a surprise based on the time/place.  Yet, time/place aside – I try and receive compliments well whenever they are delivered so I said, "Well that is nice of you to say."  And truth be told, I was a little pleased that this fellow was paying enough attention to my fanny to feel compelled to comment.

It is nice to be noticed and complimented, for whatever reason.  These most recent days – the days of my newfound singledom – I have often marveled at how many more men are willing to approach me without fear and just be candid.  I have to say, I like it.  I have concluded that the lack of a wedding ring and the revival of my Ms. C sassiness has been helpful in clearing an approach path.  It is refreshing to deal with men who aren’t afraid to step up and say what they think and feel. 

I like to believe I am an approachable girl. I love people and I always try and be gracious when folks take time out of their day to talk to me.  Especially folks who make the effort to deliver a compliment, which is a gift of sorts really.  A compliment is, after all, sharing with someone else something special that you have noted about them – be it their kindness, good work, smile, eyes, outfit, demeanor, or fanny…that is a little gift from one person to another. 

Sometimes folks are afraid to approach other folks even to compliment them as they are unsure about how they will be received.  I really appreciate folks who bravely go in and compliment others without fear and I personally receive it as the gift it is.  So, if you have compliments for me – bring them on…I appreciate you making the effort.  And I really appreciate the brave souls who can enter where few others would dare to go to compliment me on my fanny.  At least I know who to go to now to ask the enduring question, "Does this make my butt look big?" 😉

Day three hundred and forty-five of the new forty – obla di obla da

Ms. C