Some very good stories here!

My gut is as big as my rear. I don't have one. I'm 6'3" and 153#. I can't go out if the wind is blowing.

Retired four star once told me that I would've made a fine command sergeant major.

what is a compliment?

Another definition of "buttering you up"

only did that onces with a gal in so cal,,,,,,,,Lucky she was a Cornish game hen not a Butterball turkey (compliment to her). But yes a simple pleasure.

I just spit some coffee out.Hahahahaaaa

Most of you guys probably can't relate but I've had a couple of beautiful women profess their love for me. Not the platonic type of love you may or may not be familiar with but the swooning type of love that made them weak in the knees. If I'd have been more in the moment I might have asked for context. I had it goin' on. I wouldn't expect you guys to understand.

I will take that as a compliment.

The ultimate comment someone can give to to complement another parent's child

2 compliments same ideas..........Years ago when I was struggling, putting myself through college, trying to survive, working 45-50 hours/week and a 12-14 credit load at MSU, I had a terrible boss at work, disliked him immensely and had run in after run in. He was a rear kisser and I ran a small warehouse. One of the assistants told me at a higher up staff meeting that the boss had made the comment that was "disagree or say what you want but mike is always right as much as I hate it". The second one was when I retired from USDA and prior to that the political state leaders were trying to get rid of me because I did not adhere to their policies of using fed resources to benefit their behinds so they could advance in government circles. My Boss at the time (a gal younger than me) told them"that he's the only one who gets the work done !!! so I'm not reprimanding him"! ---------- Two times I smiled at 2 different employments when the Bosses admitted there might be someone less paid who knew something. .........................the mike

My bride tells me i'm not just good, but i'm fast.......I hope she's talking about my cooking

" it may be short .... but it sure is skinny".

I had finished showing a general (1 star) what we had done to make the Rapid Deployment units ammunition loadout much faster. He asked me if I had PCS (transfer) orders. I replied "Yes Sir". He said do you have orders in hand? "Yes Sir". He replied "S**t ! ", got in his vehicle and drove off.

I've been blessed to have received some very nice compliments over the years.

One of my very favorites was this short, simple Facebook message, from the former kid next door, Little Thad, now known as Big Thad, who is 8 years younger than me. I've known him since he was brought out from the car, from the ride home, from being born at the hospital. I got him interested in animals and nature. I frequently showed him what I caught and taught him how to do stuff. He, his parents and my family credit me with saving Thad's life, when a racist, large white guy tried to club him. I stepped in, taking the blow on my shoulder and arm and got the club away from the racist. The racist fled. Thad's dad, Big Thad, caught up with the racist and shattered his jaw with one punch. Big Thad looked like a larger, more muscular George Foreman. Thad's parents gave me a boat and trailer afterwards.

"What's up Keith, we live in Chicago now, I actually am a wilderness guide. You have yourself to thank for that one. What are you doing now? Hope all is well."

I've received much more elaborate compliments, but this one meant a lot more to me.

Thad now has a very successful barbecue restaurant in a Northern suburb of Chicago. He and his team, Boar's Night Out are frequent winners of the World Champion Barbecue competition, in many categories and have been the grand champs for the event.

Keith

Thanks Posco. For the longest time I thought that I was alone out there in the world with the curse of which you speak.
I'm not 25 anymore. I am well into my thirties and have been for over 25 years, but I still have trouble keeping them off me.
I got married 37 years ago to the girl of my dreams. That's my go-to escape hatch.
I can't help but wonder how many more women I could have disappointed in all of those years.

We had a young couple move in next door several years ago, they had a little boy named Kole. Well me and Kole hit it off pretty good he was always coming over to help me in the shop or whatever else I was doing. Pretty soon it was uncle Joe, his parents didn't mind so that's who I became lol. Kole developed cancer at 5yrs of age and passed at 6. At his funeral his Dad spoke about how he liked to go to uncle Joe's and build things ( I didn't handle that to well). Anyway Kole's Grandma called me about a week later and thanked me for letting Kole hang out with me and said I was a man amongst men. Sure did like that little dude

Ya caral I told my wife she was pretty stingy not only to all the other ladies but to the world taking me off the market. If I made more children to Cary my genes the world would be a better place and a lot of wemon could look back and smile remembering the best times in their life.

"You're dumb and ugly. Well that's too harsh, I guess you're not all that dumb."

After helping me move in to my new to me house I am in now, my dad was standing on the deck, looking out over the yard, creek and the woods past it. He simply said, "Your grandpa would be proud."