I went out with the boyfriend last night. We went to dance at a country bar that plays pop music, too, not really my thing, but whatever. We went with his mom and her boyfriend, and it was ok. Strange to let his mom's boyfriend pay for our entrance and a few beers throughout the night. It was very nice, but strange.
Anyway, I ran into an old friend last night, someone I've known a few years, and it was great to see her, at first. We danced and ran around and she just couldn't stop herself from talking about how cute my boyfriend was. At first, it was sweet, then it was annoying. OK, I get it. He's cute. I know. That's one of the many reasons we're dating. Shut your mouth.
Then today, I get a call from her, saying almost the exact same things she did last night. Here's how it went down.
Friend: He is just SO cute!
Me: Thanks! He's really cool, too. Not all looks.
F: I know! He's so affectionate, putting his hand on your back, and you can tell you guys have that thing. Chemistry! So, seriously, are you nervous being in public with him?
M: *polite laughter* What?
F: You know, because he's cute and stuff. How long have you been seeing him?
M: A year, give or take. Why?
F: I just think it's sweet that he is staying with you after you gained weight. A very unshallow guy.
M: Unshallow is not a word. What did you say about my weight?
F: You know, I mean, we're both not sticks, you know? We can tell each other things.
M: Starting with the fact that I've gained weight?
F: Yeah, I mean, you know...umm...you look good, your face is just filled out a little, that's all.
M: And you thought bringing this up would make me...what? Grateful that I have a boyfriend who didn't care that I gained ten pounds? Embarrassed about my body and ashamed enough to drag my ass back to the gym? Or were you fishing for a compliment, since you've maintained the same weight since I've met you?
F: Honnnneeeey! I just meant that he's a good guy! Calm down!
M: You couldn't think of any other way to say that, other than "Man, your boyfriend's hot, and a chubby chaser. How convenient for you."
F: I didn't mean that.
M: You know, I'm dieting, and exercising right now, because I have noticed that I gained some weight over the winter. Not a huge amount, though. Speaking of which, aren't you like thirty pounds heavier than I am?
F: Oh, bitch! *click*
Any girl can see I am so in the right here. Who the hell says shit like that? It's not as if I've gained a massive amount of weight. I know I'm short, and it does show a little more on me than taller people, but seriously. It's not as if I'm the Marshmallow Man. What a skank. I think people who say shit like that, who play into your insecurities, should be forced to face their own. So, Chunkers, I gave you the link. I hope you read this and figure out this is my blog. And I hope you understand why I got pissed at you.
Also, like Harlan, I have an interview tomorrow. Nervous, but not too bad. It's a pretty easy interview, I think. I'm sure I'll be fine.
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2 comments:
you must see with eyes unclouded by hate.
but i guess you WERE in the right.....
Girl you have every right to be pissed. I had a friend like this. She once told me, "I wish I were more like you. You are so cocky and I am not." Umm how the hell is that a compliment?
She is either oblivious to the fact that telling another female that she gained weight is a huge NO NO (in which reading this post may give her a wakeup call) or she is just being a bitch (in which reading this post will serve her right).
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