Saturday, November 15, 2008

Just call me Maria

Yesterday, a student told me that I look like Sjarapova. It was such an unlikely compliment that I got completely stuck in a goldfish stare, only to be broken by my colleagues' cries of laughter (at the lack of resemblance and at the look upon my face). I thanked her but added that it's a bit like comparing a can of beans to lobster thermidor.


The ironic thing is that P always used to say "you're not exactly Sjarapova". Well, it seems some people think I am! An ugly version perhaps, but still!

5 comments:

Hult said...

Lucky you! Years ago I was either Boris Becker or Paul Scholes. Flattering!

Marie said...

Well, you have to remember that the Chinese think we all look the same...I am as likely to be compared to [insert name of ugly blonde] as [insert name of hot blonde].
Wear ManU top and they'll think you're Beckham!

Hult said...

Born without melanine - and proud of it! Or "better dead than red" som jag sa till strandraggaren i Turkiet som undrade varför jag satt under ett parasoll och drack pilsner...

Marie said...

Two of my six bestest girlfriends are obsessed with ginger-head boys. No shit!

Hult said...

I'm a golden god! (as Led Zep-singer Robert Plant proudly pronounced hanging over the ledge of a hotel balcony during their hey-days in the 70's...)