Come to any part of China that isnt Beijing, Shanghai, Shenzhen. You can be the most average looking American and even in the most scenic locations on the planet random folks will ask to take pictures with you or just of you and tell you youre beautiful.
I bought a new hat about 5 years ago. In the first year, I had a young woman tell me she liked my hat (random passerby in a supermarket), but she giggled as she said it. I spent the next long while wondering if she was being genuine and she was just nervous about saying something, or if she was making fun of me and had said it ironically. (She was with someone else, so that seemed to make the latter more likely).
A few months ago, an elderly woman at the pharmacy told me she liked my hat, and that one I knew was genuine.
I haven’t left the house without that hat since. Still riding that high, too.
In 2011, I worked at a company that was near a small local sandwich shop, and I’d go in there frequently for lunch. At one point, when I got back to the office, I found that they clerks had written in sharpie on the bag something to the effect of, “You’re always so bright and cheery when you come in here, we love your attitude!” Made my year. I still have that bag in a box in the closet.
There was a lady who came in my store regularly. You could tell she put a lot of work into herself. I mean, it had to take her hours to get ready every morning.
She always seemed so sad. Not rude or anything, just depressed or something.
It took me more than a month to work up the courage to say it, but one day I got the guts and I said, “Hey, I’ve been wanting to say this to you but I know how men can be and I’ve stopped myself a hundred times. I’m not hitting on you, I’m married. I just have to tell you that you are one of the most beautiful people I have ever seen in my life and I just love the way you dress and do your makeup. You’re always a pleasant sight.”
I never seen that woman with a sad look on her face again.
Had another customer, very old lady. Very hateful. Always in a rush but doing everything so slow. One of the meanest looking people I’ve ever known. I didn’t see her smile for years. She was probably about 85 years old.
One day I said to her, “You know, you’re one of my absolute favorite customers. I’m always happy to see you coming.”
She looked up at me with that mean face and flashed a short smile. I had never seen her smile before that. She didn’t say anything, just smiled.
Every time she came in after that she’d be her usual mean looking self, but she’d always smile at me and then go right back to grumbling.
Man here, I am still riding the following highs:
2 months ago, a cashier told me that my leather jacket was cool
~5 years ago, another cashier said she thought my outfit looked was nice
~7 years ago, a clerk at a deli told me that I had a nice voice
Come to any part of China that isnt Beijing, Shanghai, Shenzhen. You can be the most average looking American and even in the most scenic locations on the planet random folks will ask to take pictures with you or just of you and tell you youre beautiful.
Can confirm. In Chengdu and Guilin, last week. And right, my only distinguishing feature is being 6 foot, 2 inches. 😊
I bought a new hat about 5 years ago. In the first year, I had a young woman tell me she liked my hat (random passerby in a supermarket), but she giggled as she said it. I spent the next long while wondering if she was being genuine and she was just nervous about saying something, or if she was making fun of me and had said it ironically. (She was with someone else, so that seemed to make the latter more likely).
A few months ago, an elderly woman at the pharmacy told me she liked my hat, and that one I knew was genuine.
I haven’t left the house without that hat since. Still riding that high, too.
In 2011, I worked at a company that was near a small local sandwich shop, and I’d go in there frequently for lunch. At one point, when I got back to the office, I found that they clerks had written in sharpie on the bag something to the effect of, “You’re always so bright and cheery when you come in here, we love your attitude!” Made my year. I still have that bag in a box in the closet.
There was a lady who came in my store regularly. You could tell she put a lot of work into herself. I mean, it had to take her hours to get ready every morning.
She always seemed so sad. Not rude or anything, just depressed or something.
It took me more than a month to work up the courage to say it, but one day I got the guts and I said, “Hey, I’ve been wanting to say this to you but I know how men can be and I’ve stopped myself a hundred times. I’m not hitting on you, I’m married. I just have to tell you that you are one of the most beautiful people I have ever seen in my life and I just love the way you dress and do your makeup. You’re always a pleasant sight.”
I never seen that woman with a sad look on her face again.
Had another customer, very old lady. Very hateful. Always in a rush but doing everything so slow. One of the meanest looking people I’ve ever known. I didn’t see her smile for years. She was probably about 85 years old.
One day I said to her, “You know, you’re one of my absolute favorite customers. I’m always happy to see you coming.”
She looked up at me with that mean face and flashed a short smile. I had never seen her smile before that. She didn’t say anything, just smiled.
Every time she came in after that she’d be her usual mean looking self, but she’d always smile at me and then go right back to grumbling.
Nice, I am thinking about getting a boater hat for the summer, I have always liked them…
I’ve always thought men look great in hats. Not baseball caps, but actual classy hats. I’d say go for it, man!
What kind of hat was it?
A pork pie!