The backwards compliment

A young man once remarked that I looked maarvellooous (said with a wonderful foreign roll that in itself gave me goosebumps) from behind. At the time, whilst gripped between the fangs of cupid (the little bastard), I considered it quite a compliment. On reflection, and having purged myself of the man and the accent, I see it was quite the opposite, and that which is not said resonates so much more loudly than that which is.