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Dirty Minds vs. Out of the Blue Compliments

So a couple of weeks ago, Inge was telling one of the "upstanding" guys in her ward about the Triple D Divas.  His comment back to her was along the lines of "How could Tracie be in the group? She can't be more than a C cup."  At first glance, this could be somewhat humorous.  But I find I've actually been quite irritated by it.  For one thing, it shows that he has a dirty mind (no, that is not what the Triple D Divas stands for, as anyone who watches "Diners, Drive-ins and Dives" or reads my blog with regularity knows), and for another, it shows how shallow he is, and why he has not moved ahead in his life.  There are plenty of wonderful and virtuous single women around, but he can't see it because he's only looking for the shallow things that won't keep a relationship going.  (If I were being snarky, I'd have to mention that he's at least a B cup himself, so he's nothing to sneeze at.)

Contrast that with an experience I had yesterday at the Payson Scottish Festival.  While I sitting there, an older gentleman who was walking by with his wife was kind of staring at me, so I smiled a bit. He then stopped and said "How'd you get to be so cute?" I replied "Good genes I guess?"  He then pointed to his cute wife, and said "And as you can see, I've got exquisite taste." Then they walked off.  I never saw him before in my life.  I don't know if his wife appreciated it or not, but I will probably live off that compliment for a month. The dirty-minded B cup could certainly take a lesson or two from that fellow.


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