When I was 17 I had a job as a receptionist. One day, this rather handsome rugged guy came in. He swaggered towards me. As he reached the desk, I smiled broadly and put on my best receptionist voice, “Good morning, how can I help you?”.
He didn’t respond, he just stared.
“Can I help you?” I inquired again.
“Oh I’m sorry”, he said, “but you’re like the most beautiful girl in the world, you literally took my breath away. What are you even doing here? Why aren’t you on television or something?”.
I blushed and giggled.
He continued “Seriously, I mean it, I’m a radio DJ so I meet a lot of girls, and you can take it from me, you really are the most beautiful girl in the world”.
He handed me his card.
“A DJ?” I asked, wide-eyed, “On the radio?”.
“Yes” he said “I do a rock show on Sunday evenings. Tell me your name, and listen to the show this Sunday, I’ll play a song just for you”.
He winked and smiled. So I gave him my name, and on Sunday evening I listened…
A few minutes into the show, he said “This next song goes out to the most beautiful girl in the world…”. My heart pounded, I felt weak. “…Amy”. Amy?! It might not have been Amy, I can’t remember the name, I just know it wasn’t my name. I thought there must be some mistake, so I carried on listening. During the rest of the show he dedicated a few more songs to “The most beautiful girl in the world”, each time a different name, each time not mine. Hugely disappointed, but still naively hopeful, I listened to the show every Sunday for the next few weeks. It turned out that there were a lot of girls who were the most beautiful girl in the world, but not one of them was me.
It took me a while, but eventually I realised that this must be something he did a lot, just to try and get more listeners to the show. He probably chalked up a long list of names every week, some of them were mentioned on the show, some not, it didn’t matter. Boy did I feel stupid and gullible. It then took me several more years to realise that these type of experiences are the ones we should actually be grateful for, they are the ones where no real harm has been done, but we have learned from them – we have learned not to believe everything that a handsome man says, we have learned not to let compliments cloud our thinking, we have learned to question people’s motives, and we have learned that DJs know all the best lines.
Feel free to share your own tales of youthful foolishness!