(I make no judgements about content. I'm simply purging some of the clutter that's been inside my head since 1983.)
"Yeah, it looks nice. I like it a lot."
~ Me, to my 10th grade girlfriend on the day she came to school with new french braids, and asked: " Do you lke my new hairstyle?"
She looked so much like Princess Leia...
(No, no, not that Princess Leia.
Yeah, that'd be the one.)
...that I was embarassed.
I felt superficial and shallow, even while I struggled with the guilt and embarrassment. We broke up shortly afterwards.
We were both probably better off.