So, what I'm hearing, Emma, is you have bad days, looks-wise?

I had a female friend (not girlfriend) who I picked up because we were going somewhere, and I was let into her apartment where she announced, "I LOOK AWFUL!" And put a paper bag over her head. (This was awhile ago. Grocery bags were paper then. Don't judge.)

I was confused.

"So... we're not going?" I asked.

"I just need you to help me!" she answered.

Um, okay. So I take her hand to lead her out.

"What are you doing?" she asks.

"Helping... you... go...?"

"I just need you to help me!" she repeats.

I have no clue what to do.

Light bulb! I take the bag off her head. "You look GREAT!" I tell her. (If she'd been a girlfriend I would have kissed her. I may have given her a modest hug.)

"See? Not so hard!" she says. And off we went.

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Emma? You look GREAT! {*{*{*hug*}*}*}