mini-rant

After dealing with catcalls, leers, and strange boys dancing up to me when Peter's not around, I've been thinking over things guys have done in the past to express their appreciation of my looks that annoy me. Mostly, I despise it when a guy says to me, "You're so beautiful."
They say it the same way, in a sort of reverant whisper. Like he is so utterly awed by me, and it's the best compliment to be given, as if he doesn't say something worshipful I will laugh at him and disappear in a puff of smoke. When it happens, I end up possibly smiling coyly, torn between laughing at the sheer ridiculousness of being worshipped, or being the stuck-up ice queen who doesn't care if he finds her beautiful or not, because she knows she is. I was even more prone towards laughter when it was uttered as we lay in darkness once. (Oh Mr. One Night Stand, thank the gods I will never see you again)
I get a sick feeling in my stomach every time they say it. It feels so sleazy. It's not that I'm being called beautiful, but the implication that I'm the most beautiful woman they've ever seen. And it feels trite, because I can't believe they've never said that to a girl before, to flatter their way to whatever they want. One of the things I like best with Peter is how he's never done this. I'd hate to be wooed by poetry and flattery. He'll compliment me sometimes, but it's not like he's done it in a way that makes me want to throw up in my mouth a little.

Fin.