Being that my morning and evening commutes are each a solid hour long, I have plenty of time to read or goof off on my new phone. The other night I chose to do the latter, testing out the Huffington Post app for Android, when the following headline stopped me mid-scroll flick.
Sarah Silverman: Jimmy Kimmel Never Called Me Pretty
I read it a couple of times, mouthing the words to help my mind comprehend what my eyes were seeing. Umm, what?! My mind flashed back to her lovely GAP campaign; below was her, cute as ever, from her Page Six Magazine cover. The article goes on to preview her interview with the magazine, in which she says about her new beau, Alec Sulkin, “I think he’s the first guy in a decade who’s given me any kind of compliment, like saying I’m pretty or anything.” My shock wore off, because right then, I knew exactly what she was talking about.
My Freshman year of college, I dated a guy who lived not far from my dorm. During the 8 months we were together, I cannot recall a single time he called me cute, pretty, or my personal favorite, smart. He never said anything mean, but he never really said anything nice to me, about me. It only became clear to me after we had broken up that his lack of compliments was his fear of me realizing I was out of his league. Though we were both 18, I was attending a top university and he was still in high school. I had a seasonal job with decent pay and he was bumming allowance off Mom and Dad. I was a curvy, young woman and he still looked like a 14 year old boy. I didn’t hold these things against him. I liked him because he was fun and lived a stone’s throw from campus. But apparently, the more “successful” he felt I became, the less I saw of him until he ultimately dumped me for a younger girl. I found out he had been cheating on me with her via his Xanga, in which he called her cute and pretty many times.
Now at 24, I don’t want a guy who’s afraid to pay me a compliment because I may get big-headed. Compliment me. Celebrate my triumphs with me. Be proud that a wonderful woman chose you out of the myriad of dudes out there. If you can wake up with drool stained cheeks and I still call you cute, you can catch me blushing and call me pretty.
And my gentleman fellow does…