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For god's sake its a compliment and that's all

Why is it that people(read women) get all suspicious wen u tell them the truth???

I make some acquaintances through some common friends or something..... really doesnt matter..... On day 1, I see her say hi and bye and prolly leave....

Imagine some other day, she's well dressed and pretty........ I am more a person who speaks out as I think...... :D Hence, I would walk up and say "Hey ur looking good today" and prolly go on with a conversation......

This is where the problem lies..... The gal now thinks im trying to flirt or hit on her!! :O !!! WTH!?!?!?!?! Is it so wrong to compliment anyone??
Its not like I actually say it to the gal wen shes alone or somethin...... I say it irrespective of anybodys presence/absence.... I dont expect anything outta it!! Its a simple comlpiment. U can thank me if u want to or just let it go!!?!?!?! :-s

Is this behavior a regional/cultural aspect that has somethin to do with traditions or something? What exactly induces such irrational thinking in otherwise sane ppl?

Wat if I walk to someone I dunno at all, and just tel the person she looks good and just walk on??

P.S: I will continue to tell ppl wat I think and jus go on...
P.P.S: The whole thought cud go vice-versa as well, as in, a gal complimenting a guy randomly and all crap thoughts come in........
P.P.P.S: I just put in my perspective... Could be crap.....
P.P.P.P.S: No I dont look like a rapist/psycho killer!!
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  1. AnonymousDecember 11, 2008 at 7:19 PM

    OK. Do you tell a girl she looks horrible when she does?

    Try putting a more sarcastic tone to it even if you mean what you say. See what happens then

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  2. AnonymousDecember 11, 2008 at 9:22 PM

    A rapist/psycho serial killer may not necessarily look like one - say with long unkempt hair, unshaven looks, broken teeth and a mole on the cheeks... So... ;)

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  3. Vinay VijayakumarDecember 12, 2008 at 8:40 AM

    @uleadin ... dai compliment is wat u give wen there is somethin gud... If i don say a thing... then its understood tat ... ahem....

    @Narain: dai... enna da solla vara?? :-s!! Mavane ill hunt u down and slit ur throat.....
    *keeps a straight face and draws out his knofe*

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  4. AnonymousDecember 16, 2008 at 11:46 AM

    Vini...I know what a knife is....but whats a knofe? ;-) --Swats

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  5. Vinay VijayakumarDecember 16, 2008 at 11:49 AM

    OMG!! of all things... tat is wat u see!!

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  6. AnonymousDecember 16, 2008 at 11:50 AM

    O baby....like u said..a woman wants perfection....I can see only the imperfections di! --Swats

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  7. Vinay VijayakumarDecember 16, 2008 at 11:52 AM

    OMG... now tats somethin i shudve gotten rite.. My Bad!!

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  8. AnonymousDecember 16, 2008 at 11:54 AM

    Women : Perfection while Men : Escapism ;-)
    --Swats

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  9. Vinay VijayakumarDecember 16, 2008 at 11:56 AM

    Wrong analogy ... women: err...perfection...
    men: ya rite.. wateva!!

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  10. Krishna Sudha VijayakumarDecember 16, 2008 at 12:00 PM

    Do not cover up sweets

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  11. Vinay VijayakumarDecember 16, 2008 at 12:02 PM

    hey ok sista.. i give up... Women Purrfect!! Men not really.. tats the way its meant to be... Women add balance to our lives( or ruin it in most cases as the case may be :P)

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