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This happened just last week, but it ties in with my past, so I want to share it.
Back when I was in high school, there was this school nurse. She was an ugly middle-aged white woman (this isn't a hot-for-teacher story). Her one notable attribute was that she dyed her hair this red-orange color. It wasn't crazy like purple or anything, it was a "normal" color, but it looked unnatural on her. I barely ever went to the nurse, but I remember that unique hair color she had.
Flashforward to last week. I'm over 40, I'm 20+ years out of high school. Haven't thought about this nurse or her hair in years. There I am in a supermarket and I see this aging couple (late 60s/early 70s). The old woman had the SAME unique hair color as the nurse I'd long-since forgotten about. It triggered a memory. Normally, I hate running into people, but it was almost a test-my-memory thing.
So, I said, "Excuse me, were you a school nurse [where I went to high school]?" She said yes.
She then asked me my name and I told her. I figured she wouldn't remember me. It's been over 20 years and I rarely went to the school nurse. When I told her my name, she said, "Oh, yeah, I remember you now."
She then said to me, and this is an exact quote, "Hey, how come you're better looking now than you were in high school?"
It was a fucked-up thing for her to ask, but I thought fast. I said, "The school nurse gave me some pills to make me look better." I didn't say this in an overtly sarcastic way, but I didn't say it in a simpish-jokey way either. More deadpan, matter-of-fact, spur of the moment.
She and her husband laughed like it was a funny joke and I walked away.
I'm still an ugly fuck, but of course I look "better" now. My facial acne cleared up years ago, that makes me a little less ugly. But it's amazing some bitch I barely interacted with remembered me for my ugliness decades later. So much so, she felt compelled to ask a question like that.
Once you've seen the blackpill, you can't unsee it. It's all LOOKISM: I remember that distinctive unbecoming hair color (though I didn't actually mention any of that to her); she remembers me as the ugly kid (and flat-out tells me).
Back when I was in high school, there was this school nurse. She was an ugly middle-aged white woman (this isn't a hot-for-teacher story). Her one notable attribute was that she dyed her hair this red-orange color. It wasn't crazy like purple or anything, it was a "normal" color, but it looked unnatural on her. I barely ever went to the nurse, but I remember that unique hair color she had.
Flashforward to last week. I'm over 40, I'm 20+ years out of high school. Haven't thought about this nurse or her hair in years. There I am in a supermarket and I see this aging couple (late 60s/early 70s). The old woman had the SAME unique hair color as the nurse I'd long-since forgotten about. It triggered a memory. Normally, I hate running into people, but it was almost a test-my-memory thing.
So, I said, "Excuse me, were you a school nurse [where I went to high school]?" She said yes.
She then asked me my name and I told her. I figured she wouldn't remember me. It's been over 20 years and I rarely went to the school nurse. When I told her my name, she said, "Oh, yeah, I remember you now."
She then said to me, and this is an exact quote, "Hey, how come you're better looking now than you were in high school?"
It was a fucked-up thing for her to ask, but I thought fast. I said, "The school nurse gave me some pills to make me look better." I didn't say this in an overtly sarcastic way, but I didn't say it in a simpish-jokey way either. More deadpan, matter-of-fact, spur of the moment.
She and her husband laughed like it was a funny joke and I walked away.
I'm still an ugly fuck, but of course I look "better" now. My facial acne cleared up years ago, that makes me a little less ugly. But it's amazing some bitch I barely interacted with remembered me for my ugliness decades later. So much so, she felt compelled to ask a question like that.
Once you've seen the blackpill, you can't unsee it. It's all LOOKISM: I remember that distinctive unbecoming hair color (though I didn't actually mention any of that to her); she remembers me as the ugly kid (and flat-out tells me).
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