Tonight the Cute Boyfriend and I went to a birthday party. At the party, I met a guy named Gary. He's 58 and a former cop - now college professor. He said, "Wow, have we met?"
I knew we hadn't. He was sure we had.
Then, he said, "You remind me of someone."
Really? Who?
"I can't place it." Then he thought about it for a long time. "Oh yes, that girl from a band in the early 90's. Wilson Pickett!"
Wilson Phillips?
"Yes, yes, the sisters. You remind me me of the heavy one, you have her face."
Ok, yes. I am complaining about being compared to Carnie Wilson. I know, I know, it could be much worse (someone once told me I looked like Kathy Bates). But I really hate the fat actress thing. I have flaming red hair and I don't get Debra Messing (my thin sister does), I have HUGE umm... eyes and I don't get any parallels.
I know it was a compliment. The guy was being flirty but I've said it before - is this my ONLY feature? "Sure, you know Jessica! The umm.. heavy girl in our class." "No, not that Jessica. The other Jessica. The chunky girl." ARGH!





