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The Only Honest Man in Texas

Ok, so, I saw something on twitter that I have to discuss. Some woman tweeted that she had been set up with a man by a friend. Well, this man called her after the date was set up and left her a voicemail. It essentially said that a mutual friend of theirs told him the picture he had been shown of her was old and was told that she had gained a lot of weight. He was canceling the date and wanted her to know up front the reason why. The reason why is that he was sold a bill of goods that was not what they should have been. He was told she looked one way when in fact she was quite the opposite. She then tweeted he was an asshole.

My contention is that he was not, that he was honest, and the friend that tried to set them up together was not honest. This friend should have told him, listen I don’t have an up to date photo of her, but here is one a couple of  years old, add fifty pounds. At that point he could have then said I’m sure she is nice, however that is not my type and I am not interested. Instead he had to hear it from someone else and had to be the bad guy call this woman and was honest. Wow, a trait all women say they want, but when it comes right down to it, do we really? I know I do, I can only dream of a day the Irishman is totally honest with me. Tell me if he thinks I am too fat, thin, blonde, brunette, whatever it is that he doesn’t like.

This man was honest! What a concept, he said he didn’t want her to think she had been stood up when he didn’t show. I admire this man, I would love to know who the only honest man in Texas is. We, as women, can only dream of a truly honest man, that says, I don’t like you because you are fat. There I said it, men should be honest, tell a woman that, I don’t like the way you look, you are not my type. As women, we should be equally as honest. I’m sorry I don’t want to date a man who should be wearing a bigger bra size than I am. I don’t like bald men, I don’t like hairy men, I don’t like short men, I don’t like tall men. Think of how wonderful this world would be if we were all honest with each other.

So hat’s off to the only honest man in Texas, you keep telling all those women what you don’t like about them! Eventually you will meet one that has everything you want. As for the woman who had gained all that weight, I hope she learns from this, and realize she is single, if she wants to date, and date men who want women a certain way, then she has to be that way. Otherwise meet a man who likes someone who is overweight. It is that simple.

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Reflection

I like scramble eggs, however, I only like the yellow part, so one day I got the idea to separate the egg whites and the yellows and scramble them separately. I decided that since egg whites were so healthy I would give them to Chewie to eat. I would have the yellow, I put the plate with his food down and he eagerly went to it. Looked at it, sniffed it, turned his nose up at it. I guess even a Wookie knew the white part is disgusting and tastes bad.
I had scrambled eggs this morning, I did not separate them and I missed feeding part of my eggs to a Wookie. However I did have a crazy eye here eagerly awaiting her share.
I don’t know if that makes the dogs crazy or me, probably me, I should do the bit does that make me crazy, however there would be too many items to list.
I have a headache and my stomach hurts today, I hope I am not getting what the Irishman had, or maybe I do. He lost twenty pounds in roughly 2 weeks, I could live with that, then I would only have 20 more to go. Bring it on germs, bring it on!
Yesterday was a day where I was doubting myself, I have them every once in a while, doubts on my looks, as I am getting older and have had no plastic surgery. I know how I see myself, I often wonder how others see me. I think I look pretty good, but I know in reality I am looking old and haggard. I so do not want to be an old crone.
I don’t know where my obsession with looks came from, I remember my grandmother and great aunt Effie were always old and always wrinkled and I always thought they were beautiful. My mother never had plastic surgery and I always thought she was beautiful as well.
When I look in magazines, I see what I am supposed to look like at my age and I know I don’t look that way. I see women in the store that are so thin, and I know no matter how much weight I lose I will never look like that. My legs are huge and seem to never go down in size. It doesn’t matter what I do, they are still there, glaringly large, so huge compared to everyone around me.
So yesterday was a bad day as I realize I am old, fat and unattractive, luckily I can look at myself in the mirror sans glasses and see me as I was in high school. Way better than beer goggles.