He was actually saying something not *that* nice. Not bad-bad neither, his observation was well-meant and -founded. He’s totally right about that second part; I know it and (plan to) work on it.
That’s probably why I can just ignore that second part and focus on, and wallow in, and mentally relive that *first* part: “You’re actually very sophisticated…”
Probably helps me focus on the good part too, that when we said goodnight on the corner of two streets, he kissed me a tiny bit. We kissed and parted; I had to go one way, (ok, I had no idea of *which* one) he another.
I realized while walking (staggering, dazed) away, that I had no clue to where I was.
Worse. He realized it too.
And I could just give up, go back to him, laughing (ha ha,-very-funny-laugh-to-hide-my-embarassment) and have him tell me which way to go. To get home.
Just because I lose my way. Not at all because he kissed me.