One recent day, at the local college, I opened the door to the air-conditioned pottery studio after raku-firing several pieces outside in a 1900-degree kiln. Naturally, I was dripping in sweat; my hair wet and my t-shirt drenched.
One of the women in the studio (I was the only male there) looked up as I entered and said, “You look hot.”
“Thank you,” I replied.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and compliments are in the imagination of the beheld.
