"You look nice tonight," he said. "I like this more muted look."
Immediately, I touched my face, appalled at my how muted I must have looked and cursed my new pale shade of lip gloss.
"What do you mean, MUTED?" I asked.
"Just more natural than usual I guess... it's not a bad thing at all. I like it."
Great. I'd just spent an hour getting ready and my look was lacking vitality, intensity, and strength in spite of my voluminous hair.
But I wondered, if THIS look is MUTED then what do I normally look like??? Bette Davis???!!!
I spent the rest of our date second guessing my outfit, choice of make up, and overly styled hair. My muted look took forever and no amount of conversation could undo his "compliment" that was masked in more makeup than I usually found myself in.
"Why are you so quiet?" he asked me after dinner.
I wanted to tell him that his comment was offensive.
I wanted to tell him that a simple, "you look nice tonight" could have saved the date.
I wanted to tell him that certain words aren't meant for ladies, they are meant for television shows you choose not to watch.
But instead I just sat there, quietly.
"Come on! What is it? What did I say???" he pestered.
But I didn't utter a sound.
I kept my thoughts to myself and paired my muted look with an appropriate personality to match.