In late night telephone conversation with galpal were discussing random bits when the subject of her brother came up.
E: You know, whenever I mention your name or {insert name of other friend here}, he asks, “Is that the pretty one, or the short one?”
H: HA! Really? Awww, that’s very cool. I mean, since I’m clearly not short.
E: Yes, I thought it was v. sweet and made a note to pass along the compliment.
Am not sure how yours truly got to be the pretty one, especially considering that the other gal referenced is quite attractive. But is v. nice to know that somewhere out there, when some boy hears my name, he thinks, “Ah, yes. The pretty one.”
Indeed.
haha. I will forever and always- no matter how gorgeous I could ever become- be “the short one.”
I’m ususally the tall one…tho I recently became the “beautiful sister”.
Certainly better than “Ah, you mean The Prince of Darkness!”
yeah, i’m always “the one with the thing on
his ear that oozes puss and drips onto his
shirt.” but it’s like mamma always told me,
you gotta be comfortable in your own skin.
ya know?
my ex-boyfriend is simply known as “Satan” in his fraternity..
That’s so freaky, so’s mine…
Some of us are short and pretty.