So, went to the library today. (Holy crap fines! I should really bring back my books on time.) Riding down in the elevator. The only other person in the elevator was the middle eastern (is that the politically correct term? I don't know what exact country he was from) security guard. "Excuse me," he says after a moment. "Are you from Lebanon?" His English is pretty good, though a bit choppy and thickly accented. "No," I say, startled. "Oh, you're from here?" "Yes. Well, from BC." I figured I should specify. Calgary smells today, and I don't want to be from here. "Ah," he says, gesturing to his face, "I just thought, your looks..." I laugh a little, then DING! Doors open, and I exit. I find my books alright, a couple movies for later, and check them out (paying a hefty amount to cover my fines). As I walk by the security desk, the security guard says: "You have an incredible...uh, outlook." I think he meant to compliment my looks, and just couldn't find the word. "Thank you," I say, a little blushy. It gives me hope that somewhere, to someone, I am the perfection of beauty. Let's be real, folks. I'm not ugly. I think I'm pretty average. But I have very strong facial features, and a big nose. They're not exactly the north american definition of beauty. What ever. Maybe in Lebanon I am perfectly beautiful. I like to think I am. (That might explain why I turn a lot of middle eastern heads, and the security guards in my building go silent and watch me when I go by.) . Rosie.
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