Two nights ago I had expressed to dad my frustrations about the dating world. Both conversations ended with me crying, and my poor dad perplexed. Last night my dad tries to comfort me, and fails miserably. At least I didn't cry this time, I waited until I got off the phone to do so.
His "pep" talk to me about dating goes something like this:
"Tiffany, since you have lost so much weight you have a lot more to offer in the dating market now. You don't typically see a 120 pound girl with a man who is 280. She is usually with a man who weighs 190 or so. (I am thinking to myself at this point I can hang it up, because I'll never see 120!) Now that you have lost a lot of weight, you are going to have more dating options." (He continues on BLAH, BLAH, BLAH.)
I am ticked off when I get off the phone with him. Yes, I know what he is saying is true, but still he is my DAD, he doesn't have to tell me these things. He is right, "almost" all my fat friends are single. The ones who are not were married younger, and became fat during marriage. There are a few that are fat and are with someone else who is fat. I'm not presenting you with some scientific study, I am just telling you about the many personal examples in my life.
I guess my thinking falls to this now....what is the magic number on the scale? I know it takes all sorts of men to make the world go round, but when do they stop seeing you as an ugly monster, and start seeing you as girl they would like to be seen with in public?