I finally got a chance to earn some money last week and watch the cricket at the same time. Would be pretty good if I actually enjoyed cricket but at $20 an hour, I wasn't complaining.
Now generally I wouldn't call myself pasty, and even though I have just spent the last four months rugged up to my eyeballs in Europe, I think I got a chance to change at least one shade darker in the three weeks I spent in Thailand before I came back here.
Look at me flaunting my travels.. what a wanker.
I digress. I came home to be compared to my mum who, fair enough, had just spent two weeks at the beach and doesn't believe in sunscreen "It'll give you cancer before you get skincancer!" So of course I was of pallid complexion in comparison, but if you looked at my brother i'm not sure the sun likes him that much, if you catch my drift.
So I was standing watching over my two corporate boxes and was next to another girl from the catering company when our boss man comes up and goes "Are you guys sisters?"
"Uh no..."
"Oh you guys look alike... Although you're (me) pasty. Wow, you're like the sick version of her."
"oh.. thanks?"
He laughs and walks away and the girl and I find ourselves a little confused and I'm feeling a little offended.
I was listening to a radio article on how the tan is still a popular thing to have being a girl. Only 1/3 of girls said that they'd rather be pas- i mean have no tan.
Would this encounter, for any other girl mean that they'd go out and get a tan?
If i'm anyone to go by, I'd say yes.
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