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!
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.
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Lucky you! Years ago I was either Boris Becker or Paul Scholes. Flattering!
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!
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...
Two of my six bestest girlfriends are obsessed with ginger-head boys. No shit!
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...)
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