Walking down the street with a ridiculously attractive friend of mine one day:

Friend: If you saw me on the street, would I turn your head? Would you notice me if you didn’t already know me? Because I’d notice you. My head would be a-turnin’.

Me: …

Friend: I assume your silence means no, then? Awww. (Then she looked a bit sad.)

Me: How do I say this? You turn absolutely everyone’s head. Literally everyone notices you. We walk by a cemetery, and you hear bones creaking and tomb doors sliding open so the dead can get a peek. You’re very tall and have human thoroughbred genes and hair straight out of a shampoo commercial. So yes, I definitely would’ve noticed you.

Her: Good! Because I only really care if the people I like notice me. I was worried there when you didn’t say anything. Meanie!

Don’t get me wrong, she fully knows she’s conventionally extremely attractive, but she’s just used to being noticed so she doesn’t even notice the noticing anymore. It’s just her world’s background noise. I thought her reaction to my incredulity was pretty cute.