I Should Learn To Accept Compliments

Hello Everyone:

Congratulations to 2014 FIFA World Cup champions Germany.  Well done.

The Minion is staying over for a couple of days making life around the apartment a little more lively.  It's fun to watch mom have kittens in the morning over getting him dressed and fed.  He prefers to read and eat ice cream all day but he can't do that.  Darn.  He tries to stalll for as long as possible but doesn't always get away with it.  He's a good guest which makes it easier on Mom and I.  Mom is complains that the Minion's brother, the teenage nephew, doesn't call frequently.  Someone I see in the park I run in reminded me that as long as the camp doesn't call, everything is good.  At least teenage niece is more diligent about calling.  Oh well, they'll be home soon enough.

So what's the latest in my budding Rom-Com life?  Yesterday new guy and I were snuggled up together in the PLB Theater watching the game.  It felt very good to be that close to guy who likes me a lot.  The he one thing I'm still trying to get used to is all the flattery.  New guy has referred to me as "fair maiden, supermodel, nerd hotness, my queen..."  My ego loves it but my brain is spinning like a high speed carrousel.  Other people have said nice things about me and to me but I have a difficult time accepting it.  When it comes to men, in general, I always think is he being sincere or just trying to get me into bed?  The main thing is my self esteem is pretty non-existent thanks to being slapped around by life too many times.  I don't feel deserving of any praise because I haven't earned and when I do earn it I don't like to make a big deal.  I even will go so far as too denigrate the praise worthy action.  New guy finds me very attractive.  Okay, even I'll admit that I've developed a certain amount of prettiness but I just don't like when my appearance becomes the focus.  Too self conscious.  Too modest.  Mom did a nice job of constantly calling attention to things like the way I dress, wear my hair, what I eat,met cetera.  Always examining and analyzing to the infinite detail everything about me.  It's like living under a microscope.  It makes me want to run and hide.  Those feelings resurfaced when new guy came along and started with all the flattery.  What's a girl to do? I suppose I should just follow my own advice, smile, and accept it.