This happened a few months before I started my first semester,
when summer still graced the land, and entertainment didn't include snowmen and sledding.
When my feet didn't swim in the arctic puddles of the north,
and my nose wasn't replaced with Rudolph's.
I was attending a Young Single Adults ward with one of my gals, (for those of you who don't know what a ward is, it's just a congregation for the Mormon church.)
It was a grand old time, I got to spend time commiserating with those who also were not in a relationship. It was great.
Sacrament meeting rolled around, and we took a seat by one of my friend's friends.
They were flirting, laughing, the usual delights that attractive people get to engage in...
After the meeting, this guy (did I mention he was a guy?) was still talking, and commenting on how my friend looks like Reese Witherspoon.
(Which she really does, by the way. What an attractive gal.)
"She looks like Reese Witherspoon. Doesn't she look like Reese Witherspoon? Can you see it?" After about one billion yes's and nods of affirmation, he turns to me.
he looks me over with a concentrated, disapproving stare... and then simply says...
"And you look like a teacher from Harry Potter."
At this point, several internal explosions happened at once.
Part A of my brain said: "You love Harry Potter! This is awesome! He basically just told you that you look like a wizard! This means that you are magical, mysterious, and majestic, right???"
Part B of my brain, which I fondly refer to as "the sad one," then took over.
"Dude, he totally means like, Snape. Or Professor Trelawney. Even Dumbledore. Actually, all the professors sound pretty ugly. WHAT IF HE MEANT HAGRID. HE TOTALLY MEANT HAGRID. "
And I was like... oh no, Dumbledore and Hagrid have beards....
And then Part A came back and was all, "Firenze was attractive. They specifically said attractive. All of the girls were so excited to go to his class."
And then I was like... "HE HAS HORSE LEGS! ALSO, HE IS A MAN. Oh my gosh, do I have horse legs???"
But...I wasn't wearing robes, or my glasses, my hair was nice, I had a modern wardrobe on... and I did NOT have a beard.
And, let's be honest. I would LOVE to be a teacher at Hogwarts.
And so, the eternal paradox.
Should I have taken that one as a complement?
when summer still graced the land, and entertainment didn't include snowmen and sledding.
When my feet didn't swim in the arctic puddles of the north,
and my nose wasn't replaced with Rudolph's.
I was attending a Young Single Adults ward with one of my gals, (for those of you who don't know what a ward is, it's just a congregation for the Mormon church.)
It was a grand old time, I got to spend time commiserating with those who also were not in a relationship. It was great.
Sacrament meeting rolled around, and we took a seat by one of my friend's friends.
They were flirting, laughing, the usual delights that attractive people get to engage in...
After the meeting, this guy (did I mention he was a guy?) was still talking, and commenting on how my friend looks like Reese Witherspoon.
(Which she really does, by the way. What an attractive gal.)
"She looks like Reese Witherspoon. Doesn't she look like Reese Witherspoon? Can you see it?" After about one billion yes's and nods of affirmation, he turns to me.
he looks me over with a concentrated, disapproving stare... and then simply says...
"And you look like a teacher from Harry Potter."
At this point, several internal explosions happened at once.
Part A of my brain said: "You love Harry Potter! This is awesome! He basically just told you that you look like a wizard! This means that you are magical, mysterious, and majestic, right???"
Part B of my brain, which I fondly refer to as "the sad one," then took over.
"Dude, he totally means like, Snape. Or Professor Trelawney. Even Dumbledore. Actually, all the professors sound pretty ugly. WHAT IF HE MEANT HAGRID. HE TOTALLY MEANT HAGRID. "
And I was like... oh no, Dumbledore and Hagrid have beards....
And then Part A came back and was all, "Firenze was attractive. They specifically said attractive. All of the girls were so excited to go to his class."
And then I was like... "HE HAS HORSE LEGS! ALSO, HE IS A MAN. Oh my gosh, do I have horse legs???"
But...I wasn't wearing robes, or my glasses, my hair was nice, I had a modern wardrobe on... and I did NOT have a beard.
And, let's be honest. I would LOVE to be a teacher at Hogwarts.
And so, the eternal paradox.
Should I have taken that one as a complement?
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