Today Ryan and I met up for lunch. While we were standing in line (with our gift cards), he kept staring at me, so I said, What?
This is what he told me:
“It’s just, when I look at you, I see your father’s mouth.”
And then, “Sorry, you just look so much like your dad.”
WEIRD, CREEPY, UNCOMFORTABLE COMPLIMENT ACCEPTED.
Something about my dad: Every girl he ever dated in middle school, high school, and college was “a knock out,” in his own words. What a stud.