This morning I had my yearly check-me-for-moles-and-skin-cancer appointment. It's important to have those appointments for everyone - but especially for us pasty people.
I ended up arriving early* and got seated into the exam room pretty quickly by an overly-exuberant guy. I don't know what his function is but he's also the guy who answers the phone sometimes and also books follow up appointments.
Anyway, we're in a closed room and he's asking me all the standard questions and then he looks at me critically and says, "Oh. You're a two."
I must've looked a bit surprised...I mean, here I was, at 7:30 in the morning, looking as cute as I could muster without having a full mug of coffee, but wow. Honesty hurts.
Because as soon as this dude leaves the door, I've got to strip down for a hot doctor to check my skin. As in every inch of my body. Under the ever so complimentary fluorescent lights. And if anything bolsters my confidence in these situations, it's having someone look at you critically and then rank you.
So then he laughs and turns bright red and explains that "two" is just a way to describe people's skin color. 1 is people who are albino, 2 are people "like me", 3 are "typical" Caucasians, 4 are people who are Hispanic, and 5 are people who are "super dark." I didn't ask where Asians and any other ethnicity fell into place because I felt pretty certain I could fill in the blanks.
So I made some paltry excuse of a joke like, "Wow. Sorry. I thought you meant something else at first. I just haven't had my coffee yet." And I pointed to the travel mug on the table next to me.
Then, he stammers, and says, "No. You're a hottie. I definitely wasn't rating you as a two."
I just blinked. Because, now what does one say?
He blushes, then says, "Sorry, I'm not thinking. I haven't had any coffee yet. Can I smell yours?"
Oh! He means my coffee.
Nope. That doesn't make it any less weird.
I opted to laugh as if he was kidding. He laughed. And then gave me a paper gown.
But you know what? I'm super appreciative of him - because no matter how compliments come about, it was nice to receive one.
Even when I'm a two.
* This is a huge accomplishment. The appointment was WAY down south in a hospital that is super hard to navigate. I didn't remember which suite he was in and I didn't write it down when they called for the appointment reminder. In fact, as the doors were closing on the elevator, I thought, "Crap. I should've probably looked at the little informational thing in the lobby to double check."
But I got to the right suite, even though it was twisty-turny, on the first time. Early. I'm kind of my own hero.