Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Numero dos.

Ok, so based on my last blog, it's obvious that I am not a thin girl. Pretty much the opposite. And I've been this way for quite a while, and before I was really big, I was a chubby middle-schooler who thought she was fat, so I had low self esteem and I was super shy. So guess how the fella's treated me...yea. Badly. Or as if I didn't exist. And I have grown very used to this. And it's nice here when guys are nice to me and talk to me. It's definitely an upside, because I don't feel like some sort of disgusting monster.

But......I'm not into this other thing going on. Recently at the Kum & Go, some guys have been hitting on me. And I am just not into it. Like it's gross and skeevy. And they are the guys that jut get the generic, "Hi, how are you?" bit. Like we don't even talk about anything. And then they go and start telling me things about their anatomy, and I turn bright red, because I am not used to this shit! And I don't know if I ever want to be used to a stranger coming up to me and telling me things like that. But there is this one guy in particular, and he came in with this other guy who hit on me before (weird that out of the total of 3 guys that hit on me, two of them hang out together...). And he started asking for my number. I was like, "No...sorry." And then they started asking why, like did I have a husband, or a boyfriend, etc. And I answered, and I said that I don't give my number out, and that I was sorry. And they kept on pestering me, and asking if I thought they were ugly and blah blah blah. And I was like no, I'm nonchalant. Because it's true, I really am nonchalant about most men at this junction in my life. And then they accused me of being scared, which I still don't understand. And then they try and guilt me by saying, as they leave, "Oh I see we just aren't good enough for you." What! Seriously? Leave me alone! Ugh, it annoyed me.

But now to what I want to say about this incident: Why am I a bitch for not giving them my number? Or why do I feel like a bitch? And why do they have the right to try and make me feel guilty? Like honestly, do they expect every girl to just up and give them their number so they can feel good about themselves? Do they not expect some rejection? Or do they just not expect rejection from a fat girl? It annoys me. And when I was talking to Bri about this, she told me to lie to them. But I don't want to lie. Why should I lie? I don't like lying, and I don't see the point in it. Man up, deal with the truth. Plus, I mean all they are expecting out of getting my number would be to get some, and to feel good about themselves for getting a number. And I'm not going to give them "some." So what is the point? And I'm not trying to be a dick here, but they aren't looking for friendship, and they aren't the type of guys I would want to be friends with anyway. I mean I guess some one might say, do unto others as you would have them do unto you, but I'm cool with that. Like if I ever go up to a guy and asked for his number, I am fully ready for rejection, and I would just peace out if he said no. I would prefer honesty. And I didn't insult them, I told them that I wasn't looking for anything. So why can't they just take it? Why should I, as a woman, have to give my number out to some skeevy guys just to get rid of them? And how come if I don't give them my number, I become an uppity bitch? Or is that just because I wear glasses? Baha. No but really, I don't get it. Like, I try to be nice about it, I say sorry, and I give them a good reason. I just think it's fucked up, and just another double standard for guys and girls. If I went up to a fat guy and offered myself to him, he could easily say no, without any hassle, but just because I'm a fat girl, I'm supposed to be desperate, so I shouldn't say no to anyone. Ridiculous. It really really really bugs me. And the worst part is that when I get over my plateau and start to lose again, it will probably not get any better. Fuck. This blows. I'd rather go back to the days where no one hit on me, there was just fun and witty banter. Thats the type of flirting/come-ons I like, wittiness, and jokes. None of this I'm-gonna-pressure-you-into-giving-me-your-number-and-if-that-doesn't-work-I'll-insinuate-that-you-are-uppity. Bullshit dude. Bullshit.

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