This summer seems as if I’m meeting one of Jason’s friends after another. It’s been a great experience, I think, because each is really different in his own way. ^_^ Many, I wish I had met sooner. One moment, though, seems to be stuck in my mind. Or rather, I dreamed about it last night.

Two days ago I met his friend Andrew for the first time. He’d IMed me before, but no real life contact. One of the first things he said was “Wow… You are quite… striking.” Striking? Whoa!… Nobody has ever said that about me before.

I guess it’s one of those things. If someone said it to me again, it wouldn’t affect me that much. But, I just felt shocked. I’ve never thought of myself as striking. I think ‘decent’… ‘sweaty’…. ‘mediocre’… maybe even ‘cute’ ;). But never striking. I guess it just felt kinda good, even if he probably didn’t mean it. ^_^;

Striking should be saved for those people that make you stop and go “Whoa!”… Like… Jennifer Lopez or Halle Berry (sp). Those are the people that come to mind when somebody says the word ‘striking’.

Welp. Not my place to look for my own connotations of the word striking in somebody else’s vocabulary. ^_^; I’m no Jennifer Lopez! Tee hee.