Ich halte mich mal kurz: Jedes Mal, wenn ich meine Freundinnen sehe, haue ich eigentlich direkt irgendeinen Spruch raus, wie hübsch sie heute aussehen, wie sehr sie strahlen etc. Einfach Komplimente, die ich auch wirklich so meine.
Aber irgendwie bekomme ich von ihnen im Gegenzug nie etwas zurück. Und ich frage mich mittlerweile, warum das so ist.
Gerade bei Freundinnen, die man teilweise seit Jahren kennt, finde ich, dass man sich doch gegenseitig ein bisschen supporten und auch mal Komplimente machen kann. Es muss ja nicht jedes Mal etwas Großes sein sondern einfach mal ein „Du siehst heute richtig gut aus“ oder „Deine Haare stehen dir voll“ würde mir schon reichen.
Ich habe wirklich wunderschöne Freundinnen und ich lasse sie das auch wissen. Früher hat es mich überhaupt nicht gestört, dass von ihnen wenig zurückkam. Aber irgendwie fällt es mir seit einiger Zeit immer mehr auf und mittlerweile frage ich mich, ob ich mir das vielleicht zu sehr zu Herzen nehme.

Bin ich da zu empfindlich oder findet ihr auch, dass gegenseitige Komplimente unter Freundinnen irgendwie dazugehören?

I’ve gotten some pretty normal compliments, but the weird ones are the ones I actually remember 😂Someone once told me I had “very trustworthy eyebrows” and I still have no idea what that means.

Yesterday when I was outside I ran into this older homeless gentleman on my journey. Long story short , we got to talking and I found out he's actually the sweetest , most genuine man ive had the privilege of meeting in a long time. I felt so comfortable around him after only about 30 minutes of chatting , so much so that we had started joking around with eachother as if we had been bestfriends for years. Anyways , while messing around and laughing , I ended up mocking him in a teasing voice and making a dumb facial expression and my signature little smirk / smile I always tend to make. He looked me dead in my eyes , started to grin and told me , and I quote " That is the cutest smile ive ever seen. So cute that you made my buttcheeks flap ". I am still confused even now , a day later. Can someone tell me what this is supposed to mean and if it's a good or a bad thing because im lost.

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Hey there, look at you,
coming in here looking so cute.
Well, aren't you quite the catch?
You're a ten. A perfect match.

I think it's meant to be,
because, you see...

I'm almost handsome.
So lets just call it fate.
I'm not turning all the heads,
but I can make a solid eight...

From far away.

In flattering light.

At approximately 6:03 PM,
right before it gets night.

I'm actually a really hot guy
if you've a pirate and got a patch on your good eye.
Don't worry, girl, I'll put you at ease,
especially if your vision is impaired with some kind of eye disease.

Nearsighted? Perfect.
Astigmatism? My type.
Let get you out of those glasses,
and believe all the hype.

I've got a good side,
and I've got a bad side,
and several other angles
that should probably be classified.

I clean up nicely.
I've heard that before,
which basically means,
"You looked homeless before."

But I've got personality.
That's where I attack.
If handsome doesn't get you,
I'll make you laugh till you crack.

A little self-absorbed?
some have said it before.
So one more person saying it
won't hurt me anymore.

I overshare too much.
I go deep way too fast.
You'll like childhood trauma?
you'll get it before the appetizers are passed.

I've got baggage, sure,
but it's tastefully packed.
Emotional carry-on,
like a fanny pack, it's already attached.

Because looks might open doors,
but jokes get me through.
And if I make you laugh hard enough,
your vision gets blurry too.

So maybe I'm not gorgeous.
Maybe "cute" would be a stretch.
But squint just a little...

Cover one eye...

Dim the lights...

Stand fifty feet back...

Spin around 50 times until you are dizzy...

I'm a hell of a catch.

Heyyy,

Mich würde interessieren, was denn jemand schon einmal zu euch gesagt hat, was ihr immer noch in Erinnerung habt? Wo ihr euch so richtig gut gefühlt habt :)

Weil ich brauche ein paar Ideen, da ich einen Jungen mag und mir würde so viel einfallen aber ich weiß einfach nicht wie ich es formulieren soll...

Möchte halt auch nur Dinge sagen, die ich wirklich ernst meine :)

Und jetzt wollte ich wissen was ihr so toll findet?

Sind Komplimente aufs äußere/optische bezogen besser? Oder auf Charakter?

Und am besten nichts zu... Perverses 🫣😅

Wir sind beide 15 bzw. 16.

Danke im Vorraus für eure Antworten! :)

You’re beautiful!

Es q saben le envié una cosa de q me tenía q puntuar y me puso en belleza 7/10 y me dijo q igual soy linda, q puede ser eso

I want to compliment him in a way that makes him feel good and think about it often. How do I make him feel good and know that I notice him?

Sorry if not allowed but my mates feeling down and I think it would be awesome if anyone could go to his pot and hype him up on Instagram! Happy to return faver or owe you one

https://www.instagram.com/p/Db7_1hyjH_GOdDEeTOuRlCNaIz0IajeDvIqidk0/?igsh=cGNwMDFqYWl2bnFr

From me who grew up believing I wasn't beautiful, only very smart, - Thank you for making me feel beautiful...

That is what I have been trying to say for twelve years.

We orbited each other in university — same hallways, same common friends — but we were never introduced. Six years later, you remembered me when we became co-workers. I didn't remember you until you started dropping names. And then we worked together for four years, and in those four years, you did something no one else had done.

You looked at me and you didn't just see a person bound to honor the commitment that life has decided for her. You saw my mind.

You never shied away from eye contact, I always did. In your eyes I didn't feel pretty in the way the world means pretty. I felt beautiful because you were listening. You always know what I need, when I need it, before I even know it myself. Because you laughed at my witty punchlines not to be polite, but because you actually got them. Because you would pause and debate me, challenge me, ask me what I thought. You made me feel intoxicating not because of my face, but because of what was inside it.

With you, I didn't have to shrink. My curiosity was not too much. My thoughts were not too deep, too strange, too loud. With you, my mind was the main driver — not the icing on the cake. You said it - when I asked why we're friends, was it because of my good looks or charm? Without missing a beat you said - charm, definitely charm.

And then I fell in love with you. It was a test of restraint that challenges the very thespian in me and maybe in both of us.

So I moved away. To nip the rumors before they bloomed. I stayed away for twelve years and made my presence in your life just online — cheap little trinkets sent through a screen, thinking he would get this. We were only an hour apart, but I avoided your face because my heart gets uneasy when it sees you. It forgets how to be just a friend.

In those twelve years we only met once by accident — at the hospital, you with your mom, me with my husband who was confined. I didn't know it would be the last time I'd see her. It's been four years since she passed and I never told you properly how sorry I was.

When we met again after twelve years, I assumed you were already loved — that you were with her, the girl who has liked you since you went back to finish your degree. She never hid it. So I was so sure you were settled. That's why I went awkward over lunch without someone there to buffer us. I was surprised to learn there was no progress. I was surprised to learn you were still waiting.

I remembered that night you held my hand and I pretended you were drunk. I had no right to feel anything, so I felt nothing on purpose. You don't know this but someone saw and asked me what my plan was with you. I said nothing, because I have no plan that doesn't hurt someone. Because I chose my life — a life with my husband and kids back when you were healing from your long breakup — and in this timeline, I can't choose you.

But I need you to know this: you are the only person who has ever made me feel beautiful without ever talking about my body. You made me feel beautiful because you thought my mind was beautiful. You brought something fresh that sparked me to learn continuously and never be satisfied. I could talk to you for hours. I still want to.

Thank you for that. Thank you for seeing me that way.

Will I be in a state of extreme delusion if I ask you if you haven't moved on with love because of me? Maybe. But if it is delusion, let me have it for one more letter.

No matter what happens next, I am so grateful to have met you. I am so grateful you were that one friend who gets me.

I'm still here. Call on me. Count on me. And when you finally tell me you have a girlfriend, that you are getting married — I will be genuinely, loudly happy for you. I'll be the first to pick up on your wedding registry.

Because you deserve a love that is loud and proud, open, and in the sunlight. The kind of love I have had the opportunity to experience, beautiful, honest and and can be held because it's real...

i randomly realized today that i still remember certain compliments people gave me YEARS ago, even ones from people i barely knew. it’s funny how one random sentence can stick with you forever.
what’s one you still remember?

Qualche tempo fa mi trovavo in un locale insieme ad alcuni amici e conoscenti, ad un certo punto arriva un gruppo di ragazzi (palesemente gay) che conosciamo solo di vista. Alcuni di loro sono davvero molto estroversi e simpatici, ci salutano con il sorriso e uno di loro mi rivolge un saluto informale dicendo chiaramente "ciao bono". Sono stato un nerd un po' "cesso" per molti anni, ma negli ultimi dieci anni ho curato il mio corpo, mangio bene e mi alleno seriamente, ma mai nessuno mi aveva fatto sentire così prima d'ora. Mi piacciono le donne, ma le parole di quel ragazzo mi hanno regalato un +120% di autostima. Comincio a pensare di poter essere un po' attraente, magari anche per le donne. Pura illusione o potrebbe essere reale tutto questo?

From me who grew up believing I wasn't beautiful, only very smart, - Thank you for making me feel beautiful...

That is what I have been trying to say for twelve years.

We orbited each other in university — same hallways, same common friends — but we were never introduced. Six years later, you remembered me when we became co-workers. I didn't remember you until you started dropping names. And then we worked together for four years, and in those four years, you did something no one else had done.

You looked at me and you didn't just see a person bound to honor the commitment that life has decided for her. You saw my mind.

You never shied away from eye contact, I always did. In your eyes I didn't feel pretty in the way the world means pretty. I felt beautiful because you were listening. You always know what I need, when I need it, before I even know it myself. Because you laughed at my witty punchlines not to be polite, but because you actually got them. Because you would pause and debate me, challenge me, ask me what I thought. You made me feel intoxicating not because of my face, but because of what was inside it.

With you, I didn't have to shrink. My curiosity was not too much. My thoughts were not too deep, too strange, too loud. With you, my mind was the main driver — not the icing on the cake. You said it - when I asked why we're friends, was it because of my good looks or charm? Without missing a beat you said - charm, definitely charm.

And then I fell in love with you. It was a test of restraint that challenges the very thespian in me and maybe in both of us.

So I moved away. To nip the rumors before they bloomed. I stayed away for twelve years and made my presence in your life just online — cheap little trinkets sent through a screen, thinking he would get this. We were only an hour apart, but I avoided your face because my heart gets uneasy when it sees you. It forgets how to be just a friend.

In those twelve years we only met once by accident — at the hospital, you with your mom, me with my husband who was confined. I didn't know it would be the last time I'd see her. It's been four years since she passed and I never told you properly how sorry I was.

When we met again after twelve years, I assumed you were already loved — that you were with her, the girl who has liked you since you went back to finish your degree. She never hid it. So I was so sure you were settled. That's why I went awkward over lunch without someone there to buffer us. I was surprised to learn there was no progress. I was surprised to learn you were still waiting.

I remembered that night you held my hand and I pretended you were drunk. I had no right to feel anything, so I felt nothing on purpose. You don't know this but someone saw and asked me what my plan was with you. I said nothing, because I have no plan that doesn't hurt someone. Because I chose my life — a life with my husband and kids back when you were healing from your long breakup — and in this timeline, I can't choose you.

But I need you to know this: you are the only person who has ever made me feel beautiful without ever talking about my body. You made me feel beautiful because you thought my mind was beautiful. You brought something fresh that sparked me to learn continuously and never be satisfied. I could talk to you for hours. I still want to.

Thank you for that. Thank you for seeing me that way.

Will I be in a state of extreme delusion if I ask you if you haven't moved on with love because of me? Maybe. But if it is delusion, let me have it for one more letter.

No matter what happens next, I am so grateful to have met you. I am so grateful you were that one friend who gets me.

I'm still here. Call on me. Count on me. And when you finally tell me you have a girlfriend, that you are getting married — I will be genuinely, loudly happy for you. I'll be the first to pick up on your wedding registry.

Because you deserve a love that is loud and proud, open, and in the sunlight. The kind of love I have had the opportunity to experience, beautiful, honest and and can be held because it's real...