That's right, I'm a bigot because I like and prefer petite girls.
No, not in a pedophile way. I mean, I just don't find overweight women attractive.
I have overweight friends so it's not like I sit here and go, "Well you're a fat fuck. I'm too good for you."
But when it comes to a relationship, I'm sorry, I can't change who I am and what I find attractive. I lead a very active lifestyle. Working as a personal trainer and practically living at a gym does that to people. All of my girlfriends were fit, petite women.
So I've been called an asshole, bigot and discriminatory because I told a friend of mine that I wasn't attracted to her. When she asked why, I simply said, "You're... just not my body type." What am I supposed to do? I tried to say it in as nice of a way as I could on the spot.
Well, now she doesn't want to be my friend anymore because she was attracted to me, confessed that she liked me and wanted things to blossom and I declined her. *shrugs*
I don't know it just baffles me. I deal with larger people ALL THE TIME at work and some of them I've become good friends with. But because I can't force myself to become sexually attracted to you, I'm the asshole?
There's more than just attraction to it. How could we be compatible? There's more to relationships than physical attraction.
"Honey! Let's go on a hiking trip this weekend."
"Oh I don't know... That sounds nice but I don't know if my knees could handle that."
"Are you heading to the gym?"
"Yup! Did you want to go?"
"Umm... I can't today, I have to clean the kitchen."
"Well, if you join me I'll help you clean the kitchen when we get back."
"... You know, you keep saying that you want to go to the gym with me and you were doing well at first but now you never seem to want to go."
"No, I know. I just haven't been feeling it lately."
"Come on, it's not that bad. You keep talking about how you want to fit in those clothes from Express. I help you get there. I'll be more than happy to help you out."
"... *looks away embarrassed*"
"*long pause* Alright then, well I'll be back in about an hour-and-a-half."
"*now feels like crap*"
"*Knows he's gonna have to talk to her when he gets home to make her feel better.*"
I can go on, and you can call me a jerk all you want...
But you can't tell me this doesn't happen.
5 years, 5 months ago
29 Jun 2013 20:07 CEST