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Dear Jen,
There are many times when I'm buying a cup of coffee or a sandwich or something, and the girl at the cash register has some stunningly beautiful feature -- eyes usually -- and I feel compelled to compliment her. I never say anything though, because I don't know if that would be awkward. So I'm wondering, am I right in keeping it to myself? Would most women be flattered or creeped out, and what does it depend on?
- The Sound of Silence
Dear Silence,
I am pleased to report that I am friends with The Funniest Person in the World (as well as about 100 runners-up). I can't be in his house for more than ten minutes without finding myself clinging helplessly to furniture, banging my head against the wall or doubled over as if I'm begging for someone to kick me. He's been happily married to the same woman for over 15 years, and although she is sweet as pie, the woman has the sense of humor of a bowl of pudding. While the rest of us are teary-eyed, red-faced and stumbling around screaming for help, she sits there, nervously smiling as if she just sat in something wet.
"Oh the waste!" I think as I drive away. All that precious hilarity that goes soaring over her head only to land in a stinking, rotting heap in the corner when they're alone! It kills me, it really does. So many people starving for laughter in the world and there they are, feeding caviar to the flies. I can't stand it. I really just can't.
I feel much the same way about undelivered compliments - the ones we don't give to each other or to ourselves. We are on this planet but once as the we that is we, and to spend it thinking we are anything less than fabulous is a shameful waste. Our purpose is to make ourselves and everyone around us happy, and believe me, getting a compliment, even if you need a cooty shot afterwards, is still a compliment. She'll simply think, "that guy was weird, but oh yeah, I'm hot". And you should feel good about making someone feel hot, and also that you had the cojones to do it, regardless of her response, because you know you were coming from a genuine place.
But since we're all still learning how to not live our lives according to other people's opinions of us, here are some pointers:
Uncreepy: Complimenting her while looking in her eyes and smiling.
Creepy: Complimenting her while staring at her chest.
Uncreepy: Smiling, no big dealing, and walking away.
Creepy: Lingering, staring, wiggling your fingers, wanting something in return.
Uncreepy: Following up with a lovely chat.
Creepy: Touching her.
It's about how you say it, not what you say, so be light and fun and happy about it, and so will she. And practice makes perfect, so do it as much as you can. And lastly, to sort of quote Eleanor Roosevelt, "No one can make you feel like a dick-twiddling pervert without your permission," so give yourself a break.




this entry (and response) made my day ....
please note: this comment was written in a perfectly light-hearted manner
I read your column regularly and think you give great advice and do it in an entertaining way.
As someone who used to be the girl behind the counter, non creepy compliments are always nice. They always made my morning/day, so I say go ahead and let the compliments fly! However - do keep it in check a bit - I never went out with anyone who asked about my relationship status, so best not to ask them out - that crosses into creepy. Besides, if you get shot down, you have to avoid the coffeeshop/whatevershop. I lost a few good tipping regulars that way. Oh well.
It is much simpler.
Uncreepy: Complimenting her if you are good looking.
Creepy: Complimenting her if you are not good looking.
What a delightful article! :)
But what if it *is* her chest that you're admiring?
Note: this doesn't work in New York, where habitually avoiding eye contact is the only way to keep random crazies from engaging you.