It's wonderful that the world is growing to love curvy women. Unfortunately, I grew up with the "skinny" and I still WANT to be skinny. Being totally obsessive compulsive, I can tell you the calories of anything within 10 cal/ serving. Fudgecakes. &*%$. Yeah, it's sick.
I have a little voice in the back of my head - Mr. Reason - telling me that with a BMI of around 21.6, I'm not FAT... but I'm not skinny either. Look at freaking Audrey Hepburn! Look at her!
Gorgeous.
So elegant and yet playful...
See in my distorted, stupid head, no one but women who look like Audrey in a evening gown have any chance at a love life. Obviously not true. But still... in pursuit of utter perfection, you convince yourself of the need to look like Audrey.
Make you almost wanna take up smoking or coke. Jeez.
Anyway, on the topic of looks and dating... funniest thing happened. Random guy, Mediterranean, slightly pudgy and greasy... pulled up next to me couple of days ago and offered to give me a ride. He had this kind of goofy smile and looked so.... bleh. Anyway, being the idiot I am, I pulled out my really confused look and went "huh"?
He smiled reached over and opened the passenger door and offered to buy me a coffee.
CLICK.
Ok, Eeeeeeew.... I mean, sweet-ish, but WHAT the heck?
I smiled, apologized and basically ran off. Yeah. Mature right?
I think I still look like I'm in high school sometimes. A random guy who couldn't have been more than 17 (still had his HS gym bag. Yeah) tried to get my number a couple weeks ago. Painful. Where are all the GOOD MEN? Seriously. I feel like I have a loser-underage magnet attached to the back of my head. I don't remember the last time a cute, intelligent guy asked me out. I am DEAD SERIOUS. Totally bad for my self esteem.
I hate to perpetuate the stereotype, but there are SO few straight, cute boys at NYU. NOT that there aren't any! Those of you straight hotties: just realize you are one of the select few. The reason girls don't throw themselves at you? They think you are gay. No joke.
We see a well groomed guy in:
1. Lacrosse, RL, A&F etc. polos: we think preppy gay.
2. Armani, Hugo Boss, Bottega Veneta, Miyake suits: we think fashionable gay. You might as well pull out a Chanel clutch to match those Prada shoes.
3. Skinny jeans, piercings, tattoo: we think: artsy gay: rolled out of the closet in with canvas in one hand and extra dry short cappacino in the other.
There's really no winning.
Honestly, if a girl thinks you're gay in NYC... just be flattered. Seriously, I think it's a good thing. Unless you are really ooooooozing testosterone in the most Texas cowboy way, there will always be room for confusion.
I know these are horrible stereotypes, and yes I am hanging my head in shame... but you have to admit they are funny.
Case and point; my friend showed me these a couple months back:
God, check out Adam's abs *melt*
I'm glad to see that people can take what was such an explosive issue more lightly now... I hope this means we are phasing this into the personal arena, where one's personal preferences are just that: personal.
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