Confidence Is Cute
(I’ve recently moved to New York City for graduate school. I previously lived in a small town in New England, so, as you would imagine, I’m undergoing some culture shock. I have about two hours to kill between classes, so I decide to head for the library. As I reach the library, a very large, burly man walks down the sidewalk behind me, singing “Come On, Eileen” loudly. He stops in front of me and stops singing.)
Man: “Do you think I’m cute?”
Me: “Uh…”
Man: “What would you rate me on a scale of 1 to 10?”
Me: “Of cuteness?”
Man: “Yes!”
Me: “Um… eight?”
Man: “Eight? That’s good. You know, I always rate myself an eight.”
(At this, he wandered back down the sidewalk, while I walked into the library. I wish I had his self-confidence!)
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