My compliments...

[SeXy ReDHeD]

The other day I hooked up with a guy that I had known in High School and hadn't seen in about 4 years. He used to go out with one of my good friends then.

Anyway, we were making out or whatever and he whispers in my ear, "I used to fantasize about you... about doing this with you." Then he proceeded to describe in detail one of his fantasies that had involved me. I remember thinking then that that had to be one of the coolest compliments I'd ever received.

It got me thinking later about the various compliments I'd received throughout my short life, and I realized that the best compliments I could remember were more in action than spoken words.

The ultimate compliment: A guy I'd never met before drove all the way from Oklahoma to meet ME.

Close second: The same guy, who hadn't yet met me, ditched the real thing (sex) to talk to me on the phone.

Anyway, if you're not tired of reading yet, my question is this:

What is the best compliment you've ever had the honor of receiving?

 

[CreamyLady]

On my 40th birthday, my best friend and I went to dinner at a middle eastern restaurant/grocery/import shop. It was considered rude for women to look around, and we pretty much kept our eyes to ourselves. We had noticed, though, a group of older men -- GORGEOUS older men -- at another table, and they kept to themselves, as well.

I was feeling okay, but conscious of creeping time, and gravity, and the beginning wrinkles . . . not too blue, but aware, and not too chipper about it.

Anyway, after our dinner, we were looking around. There was a rack of caftans in the most gorgeous colors and trims, and I went to look at them. There was one in particular, a deep crimson with gold trim, that I just loved, and I held it up against myself and looked in a mirror.

Suddenly, my arm was touched, and I turned. A very very handsome man was standing next to me, and he told me -- with a heavy accent -- that no matter which I chose, I would be beautiful in it. He smiled, and left, and I stood there with my mouth open. Weak knees, too; he looked like a very tall Omar Sharif.

That was one of the nicest things that ever happened to me, and at just the right time, too. I never saw him again, but it still makes me melt.

 

[Dixon Carter Lee]

I love you.

Seriously. Knocked me for a fucking loop.

 

[Skibum]

I was pretty blown away when CreamyLady agreed to collaborate on a story with me!

 

[daniducci]

Best compliment, huh? Well, this meant a lot to me. One year in college there was a girl who lived at the other end of the dorm hallway from myself. She was a part of the group I hung around with that year, and I did spend time talking with and getting to know her, but I actually was paying more attention to her roommate whose pants I wanted to get into all year. (Frankly, I'm willing to admit that I probably wouldn't have known what to do once I got in anyway.) Anyway, over the course of the year this girl had some rough times, and of course everyone went out of their way to let her know they felt bad for her and were highly hostile against the mentally unstable guy who caused much of the problem (I checked with some of the administration, and the guy has mental problems that he often refuses to take his medication for). As bad as I felt for her, I couldn't respond the way everyone else did. I felt sorry for the guy because of how badly everyone treated him before, and how violently they treated him after. Instead of letting the young woman know I felt sorry for her, I spent time talking to her (or listening to her) about the problems. At one point, I actually told her I couldn't treat the guy the way everyone else was. I asked her what she wanted me to do, and she actually kind of agreed with me that he shouldn't be "blackballed" without an explanation.

Other than that incident, which I felt guilty for not being as good of a friend as everyone else, I really didn't think we ever got along as more than acquaintances. By now, if you're still reading, you're wondering where I'm going with this. Well, on the last day of the year, about an hour before I left for the summer (5 minutes before she did), she gave me a letter telling me that I had been a wonderful friend during the year, and had really helped her through the rough parts of the year, and that I had meant a lot to her. It took me completely by surprise. That was the most touching compliment I had ever received and it really opened my eyes to how I related and dealt with others. It may not sound like much to anyone else, but to me it meant everything.

 

[CreamyLady]

I was pretty blown away when CreamyLady agreed to collaborate on a story with me!

Okay -- THAT's the nicest thing anyone has ever said. Thank you so much!

 

[Cheyenne]

This will sound really shallow, but it has been 25 years and I still remember the compliment so it must have impressed me. Senior year in high school, somehow my homeroom nominated me for Prom court. I still think it was a group plot to spite a cheerleader just so she wouldn't get it. On the day of the elections (all seniors voted for who would be on the court), I wasn't selected, of course. No surprise to me. But a guy I considered a friend only, one of the most popular guys in the school, a jock, someone who had been elected King of another dance, etc, etc, made it a point to find me and tell me he had voted for me! I'll never forget how surprised I was, or how good that felt.

Thanks for making me remember it now.

 

[SeXy ReDHeD]

Ohhh...

I just love these stories
It's like watching Oprah, only better because I "know" the people telling their stories!

Thanks for sharing

P.S... Cheyenne, you're definitely welcome!

 

[Dixon Carter Lee]

A mistress to magicians and
A dancer to the gods

Then you and I are in for a busy night.

 

[CreamyLady]

You just noticed, DCL? ;-)

 

[Treat]

I would have to say the most beautiful thing ever said to me came from my fiance'. We had taken her children out for the day to jusat spend time together and with them. That night over dinner she said, Thank You! I asked for what, and she said for being a dad to them, and not being like their sperm donor who calls himself their father.