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Tell People They’re Buff

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Once upon a time there was a girl in Central London. She was confident in her abilities yet consistently unlucky in matters of the heart. She often felt pretty low about herself. One day, whilst she was wandering about her business, she crossed Covent Garden and a taxi driver wound down his window.

“Alright love?” he yelled. She looked away with nervousness. He chuckled, “Dahn’t be scared, just wonnid ta say, you got beeyoutiffull eyes!” He looked at her earnestly at the traffic lights and she grinned back as they changed from red to green.

Once upon another time this girl was in Kings Cross station. She was VERY late for her pals birthday and she was VERY stressed. She wasn’t really in the mood to feel like she was being followed. And yet being followed she was. A chap strode alongside her and blocked her path. He stood in front of her and said, “I’m so sorry, you probably will think I’m mental and honestly I’ve never done this but I just want you to know that I think you’re really pretty.”

The girl was a bit taken aback and thought ‘Ooh really?! Are the British doing this now? Just openly complimenting strangers in public places?!’ She said “Er..thank you…” (She had quite the way with words) She hadn’t realised but she was nervously playing with her not-massively-cool earring, a dangly owl made of of a feather with goggly eyes (because she is fun) and it fell out. He picked it up for her, she took it and he looked a bit bemused at the goggly eyes. She said, “Oh sorry…I just really like owls…” Luckily, he laughed and asked her if she’d like to go for a drink sometime.

Another time this girl was walking to the Piccadilly line. There was a handsome chap lingering about who looked lost and she offered her tube-knowledge-services to direct him to the Victoria line. As they stepped in line together and chatted easily and hilariously away this happened:

He: So…are you working today?
Her: No, no I have a day off actually, I’m just going to meet a friend.
He: Your…boyfriend?
Her: Oh god no, I don’t have a boyfriend!
He: (very cagey) Wow. Okayyyy.
Her: (very nervous) What?
He: You just…you look like you’re in love. You’re just…so pretty.

Just so happens I am that wandering gal in Central London and all of those moments happened to me. And I’m not sharing them because I feel big or clever or I’m gloating or that it’s something that happens all the time (believe me, it doesn’t) or even because any of them were the tip of the iceberg on a great epic love story. Really, they were nothing more than a passing moment. But you know what? Those passing moments made me feel really special and important for a little while.

Sometimes it’s just swell to get a reminder that moments like that, those fleeting, chargey, tummy butterflyish, heart thumping, eye-contact-across-the-pub moments exist, especially if you’re single and don’t have anyone special to make you feel special. And although it has its wonderful merits, bloody hell, being single has a fair share of down bits too. So I just wanted to throw a massive warm and fuzzy bone out there to anyone else that is single and feels like everyone else around them is getting engaged or coupling up or moving in with their other half or whatever. You’re awesome too I promise, and you don’t need a rock on your fourth finger to prove that.

So go on! I urge you, open your gob and your heart, spread a bit of warmth and tell someone that they are handsome or pretty today. DON’T BE SHY! Even if they seem a bit bewildered by your BOLDNESS and drop a googley eyed owl earring on your lap, I tell no lie, it will make their day and they will get a tingle from it and they will feel a little bit special for a moment. Because wouldn’t we all like to feel a bit more special every now and then?

And it’s nearly the weekend. And here’s a picture of a pug I met called Minnie.

Happy Thursday folks xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

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7 Comments

  1. jessicameaden

    July 3, 2014 at 9:20 am

    Really love this post. My Canadian friend (over here for only a year) fancied the pants off of a guy who used to serve us in Starbucks all the time. On her last day in England she just went right up to him and told him how attractive he was and how she wished more guys were like him in Canada. It was amazing! Not just because she had the confidence to do it but because he had the biggest grin on his face the whole time we were in the shop – it had clearly made his day. You’re so right, we should compliment eachother more!

    1. bloodyhellbrennan

      July 3, 2014 at 12:32 pm

      lovely story. I bet he still remembers that too. HOORAY xxx

  2. rebeccafelgate

    July 3, 2014 at 10:32 am

    Love this! Too cute. Katie, Jess, everyone, you’re all buff stuff! xx

  3. Richard Beenham (@RickBeenham)

    July 3, 2014 at 5:04 pm

    My attempts at being that guy have largely failed, mainly down to the fear of it backfiring! I well remember being on a train from Reading a couple of years back, and the girl sat opposite me was very, very beautiful, and I was thunderstruck. It was difficult not to stare (because that’s only ever going to come across as weird – “that balding guy with the admittedly awesome beard keeps staring at me, yes, of course I feel entirely comfortable with that and not in any way wondering if I still have that can of Mace in my bag,” she probably thought).

    So I thought perhaps it might be quite gentlemanly to write her a little note. Yes, I thought, how gallant she might think that is – I could pen a sweet sentence along the lines of apologising if I was staring but I just wanted her to know how beautiful I thought she was. I could put my number on it, and something along the lines of her being under no obligation to call but that I hoped at the very least it might have made her smile. Something like that. I could pass it to her as she or I got up to get off the train. Come on, Rick, be proactive! Just think, that could be the future mother of your children sat right in front of you being beautiful! DO IT!!

    I didn’t have a pen. Bugger. So I figured that might be a sign that the whole idea was romantic folly. It wasn’t a Richard Curtis film, it was a crowded train from Reading. So I decided it was better to keep it all to myself and not freak the poor girl out.

    A few minutes later, after she’d got off the train, I discovered I did in fact have a pen deep in my coat pocket. And a garage receipt with a blank side on which I could have written the note that could have either made a beautiful woman smile and feel nice and fuzzy, or made me feel like a creepy sex fiend.

    Ah well….

  4. oaguebor12

    July 27, 2014 at 7:39 am

    Hello!
    My name is Liz and from the United States! I’ve recently fallen in love with Roald Dahl and wanted to get some of his books tonight at the bookstore, so I googled best books by Roald Dahl (I always do shit like this) and came across your post about him…then I came across this post and fucking loved it. Needed to hear it. Sometimes you just need to hear about yourself from someone else and I think, sometimes, that’s okay. So thanks!!!

    1. bloodyhellbrennan

      July 28, 2014 at 9:16 pm

      Liz from the United States, you are beyond welcome and thanks so much for taking the time to have a click about over here! Dahl is SUCH A LAD and also, you are buff. I hope you have a BRILLIANT day today!

      Katie x

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