These Eyes

I don't think I've ever gotten a compliment for my looks. I admit, I'm not devishly handsome or very buff, but I'm not the worst thing out there. There's still Terry. Terry looks like someone bashed his face with a sledgehammer. He's a good guy though. Anyways, the only real compliment about my looks that I can remember was Melisa's mom telling me I looked handsome. I don't count that cause she's a mom. All the girls that saw my senior picture said I looked handsome. Then I thought, 'all the guys look handsome in their senior picture.' Thanks to Accutane I'm not the hideous creature I once was, but that really hasn't changed anything. The only real compliment I always get are how my eyes are so great. To be honest, I don't even know what color my eyes are. I guess they're suppose to be blue. You tell me:



I know someone who can just stare at my eyes all day. She thinks they change colors. I actually took advantage of her the other day to get me some milk and gummy bears at Chevron. I remember when Cierra Allee complimented my eyes when I was a freshman. Then she went on and talked to Matt the whole band period. Ain't that right Matt? She probably wanted Matt to finger her or something. Anyways, I'm getting off the subject and time to get back to the point. I've realized now that the girls I have from flings to marriages will only happen because of my eyes and charming humor.