B++
The fucker told me, how did he say it...I just spent the last hour trying to erase it from my memory..."there were all these super hotties and then there was us normal/average looking people." Record scratch. Wha?
Why did I not get up and leave?
Sure, I reacted. I looked away. I showed disappointment. I commented. He tried to save himself with, "I would give you a B++ body. And I'm a C- -"
That was his "save". That was with my "you need to say something really really nice because you hurt my feelings with the B++ comment."
AND I STAYED.
I finished my drink. I finished my sandwich. I finished my conversation. I let him walk me back to my car and when he went to kiss me, I kissed him with everything I had hoping that this black lung illness I was carrying would transfer over making him bedridden for days! That fucker.
AH! I'm still pissed I stayed. In another universe, GALAXY - I get up and leave IMMEDIATELY. No explanation. nothing. Just get up and walk out. B++
Fucker.
Anyone who uses a rating system should be shot. Especially anyone who considers themselves a "C--" on a system they created. Sometimes as women we ignore that icky gut feeling we get in hopes that some how it will turn around. Or maybe we're just terrified of being mean or coming across as a bitch--how horrifying!
ReplyDeleteexactly. My first reaction was, "WHAT?" and my second was, is it "okay" to be mad? I think as women we are taught, maybe not just by our families, but by others as well, that we should just deal with the way we are treated by men. I'm slowly learning that it's okay to say, "this is not okay, I am mad/hurt/offended". It's a balance between trying to "brush it off" and being assertive about my feelings. I'm learning....
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