pretty is as pretty does

Yesterday someone told me I looked like someone they knew.

“I get that a lot,” I replied, un-phased, knowing that my dark hair, brown eyes, and olive skin could be morphed into at least 5 varied ethnicities and just about any brown headed white girl you've seen.

“But, you’re like the gorgeous version of her,” she said, semi-smiling.

“Yeah, people say I look like someone they know all the time. I guess I just have a generic face,” I sidestepped the compliment.

And then I felt like maybe this older, single woman was hitting on me. And then I shut my mouth.