I’m blathering on like it’s 4 am.
So, it’s been a pretty long week, but it’s (as in, the auto show) more or less done, beyond a little editing tomorrow morning.
In the evening, I met up with juniper200 and her coworkers at The Firehouse for what is ostensibly a media-only charity event, but is really just an excuse for free beer, food and cigars.
We had some hilarious conversation with various crazy people, including a good ten minutes with a man I’ll simply call Mr. Soggy Cigar. I seriously hope he was drunk, because otherwise he really needs to get that looked at.
There was a moment of discussion with crazyperson #1, though, that made me feel a little like an alien. We were chatting with her “I used to be a videography instructor” coworker, and she and I were bonding about various elements of the job, and I was struck by (and mentioned) how our waitress’s eyes were just this intense ice blue, and how contrasty it was with her black hair.
I’m not sure if she heard me entirely, but she (the coworker, not the waitress) thanked me, and I was left awkwardly saying something like, “erm, yours too, but I meant the waitress.” (In her defense, her eyes were similar). She said, “oh yes, she’s pretty.”
That’s where the alien bit comes in. I said, “I guess that’s true too, but really, I just meant the shocking difference.”
I’d been, I guess, expecting another visual person to latch onto my meaning, but as I think about it, I think I’m just an outlier here. Because whether she was pretty or not was irrelevant, and while I guess I’d consider that amazing contrast “pretty”, even then I’d be talking about it – the contrast – rather than her, the woman.
I felt like a bit of a dork for having said anything, and even more of a dork for someone getting the idea I was, uhm, complimenting them on their eyes with their husband right next to us, and super-dorky for my statement having completely different implications than she (and, I suspect, any normal person) expected. If anyone said, essentially, “wow, look at those eyes” it sounds like they’re saying that they (the person) are attractive.
Okay, I’m over-thinking it. Note to self, you’re a visual (among other things) nerd, you won’t always make sense to others, get the hell over it.
:)
In other news, we all talked about books, and that was great fun, unusual of late. Shit, that reminds me I have a library book overdue. Woo, bed-time.
I like eyes…one of my ex-boyfriends (with the crazy shocking blue eyes) kept telling me his cousin was just like him but with dark hair – which would put him physically in the same contrast category as the waitress and coworker.
I used to intentionally wear blue contact lenses to get this effect. I still do on rare occasion. Actually…I might have a photo somewhere…
What I forgot to mention is that, when I was a child, I didn’t trust people with blue eyes. I got over it, naturally, but for a good long while they just put me off.
Any reason why?
When I was little I really liked Asians in spite of generally hating clean shaven men (how many bearded Asians have you met?).
I think I liked bearded men because my dad and uncles all had facial hair and I liked Asians because my mom’s friends (who used to be her bosses when she was younger) were a Chinese/Canadian family and they were really nice and made huge amounts of awesome food for me (I still favor Asian dishes – Chinese, Japanese, Thai, or Indian…it’s very comforting to me).
Mm, no, I can’t really say I know why. I’ve never really asked mom about it, maybe she’d know some blue-eyed folk I didn’t like as a baby. ;)
I was like that in high school: very dark hair, very blue eyes. My hair has gone lighter; my eyes are more gray now. It was odd, in its way, because there was No One Else Like Me. Imagine *being* the alien. I never knew how to react when people said things about it. I would just shrug and say, “Thank my Irish ancestors.” Or, “It was a package deal,” like I was a car, and just picked the Blue Eyes option, and the Dark Hair option. And it’s good to know that you won’t trust me… :-)
Hehe, No no, that was me as a kid. I’ve dated plenty of blue-eyed people since. :) Also, I should note that I didn’t tell the waitress I thought her eyes were striking – I wasn’t trying to flirt.
I love dark hair + blue eyes. Or blond hair + dark eyes. Any unusual combination = awesome.