Cute
This might very well be a photo of me the last time anyone referred to me as cute… until last night. Tim and I went to the Mariner for dinner and walked into a packed bar with not a single seat available. One stool finally opened up, so we grabbed it while waiting for two seats, which conveniently opened up almost simultaneously. The man sitting next to me smiled as I sat down, and then, just as I jumped up to take the newly available seats with Tim, he looked at me and said, “My God, are you cute.” What?! I get called a lot of things in my daily life, but cute is never one of them. I actually laughed because he clearly didn’t care that my husband was standing right there. Tim, of course, was completely unfazed. Seeing my surprise, he quickly tried to pretend he calls me cute all the time. Um… never. Pretty? Yes. Beautiful? Occasionally. Busy, bossy, scary, intimidating, unapproachable… absolutely. But cute? I honestly can’t remember the last time anyone used that word for me, probab...
