Man and I went to Fenway Park. He said to me, "you have the greatest figure. People will run 500 feet to see your figure." He pointed to The Wall, the Green Monster 500 feet away, and said, "People will come running in from that Wall to see your figure." (What the heck was I wearing that day, anyway?)

My best friend, quoting an Indigo Girls song, once told me, "The best thing you ever did for me was to help me take my life less seriously."

My friend who was in town this weekend gave me some really nice compliments. She said that it was warm when I was around and that I kickstart her creativity.
She said that she thinks I must be a muse to a lot of people without knowing it.
That felt good!

A friend that I mostly know on the internet said to me once "you are always so imaginative and full of joy, it's the best thing about you."

When I get down, I try to think of her and that I can be that.

My coworkers at lunch were asking a bunch of were asking a bunch of disparate general questions (not to me - to the group in general), and I kept knocking them out of the park. They declared that it would be great to have a Pocket Plinth so that they could have access to this information all the time. I offered them this to start with.

At least two totally separate social groups independently referred to me as "MacGyver" for my ability to get something working/solved on the spot.

A lap dancer once told me I had a big johnson. and ultimately that's what's most important.

In our final counseling session together, I was emphasizing to one of my 15-year-old clients how fantastic it was that he now recognized that he had a choice in his behavior, that even if some of his unwanted behaviors hadn't changed yet, it was still a real skill to realize he was deciding to act that way, it wasn't just happening to him.

He agreed, and he smiled, and he said, "And you know what? Getting in trouble at the beginning of the year was the best decision I made, because it meant I got to come talk to you every week." He then went on to tell me how much he'd learned about himself through our sessions, and how great it was to have had a space where he could really reflect on himself and his choices.

It was totally awesome.

(oddly, Mecha and Mefi favorites have provided me with some of my best compliments, since when people who I know despise me and violently disagree with everything I say still favorite me, I figure I must have said something really amazing)

Compliments make me anxious.

During a low time in my life, I was flirting with a younger man at work, who was there during the reconstruction of the store I was working in. He actually flirted back, and told me that he thought I was 10 years younger than I am. I was honest about my age, and he told me I didn't look my age, or act my age (in a good way). It was the nicest compliment at a rough time, and I will never forget it.

Hee! Yeah, I get that: "Wow! I didn't know you were that old!" or variations thereof. It usually leads to some fun and charming backtracking. Especially if the young man is a cutie.

This is really goofy.

OK.

So, I moved to Chicago about 5 years back. Been lucky enough to make a great group of friends through my involvement in the local pro wrestling scene, first as a fan/messageboard mod, and more recently through my work as a videographer and editor. We have a chain email every day, get together for big shows or just beers on the weekend, etc.

Twice since our group has coalesced, there has been a vote as to who is a "technico" "babyface" or "good guy", and who is on the other end, a "rudo" "heel" or "bad guy". I've shared the top two slots on the good end with my friend Rob both times - and his nickname is "the King of Nice."

It's good to know that no matter what a revolting humanoid I find myself, the people who know me best around here think I'm a top babyface.

I've been told by a couple of people that I am the voice of reason. I think about it when I feel crazy and it grounds me.