So I’m on the 149 listening to alittle Bronski Beat minding my own business when I catch eyes with an adorable man, all hot and lumberjack like.
I’m thinking YAH if we date we’d live near each other. I’m noticing he has pretty eyes and he made the effort to smile at me even though I’ve transitioned from curvy to chubby over the holiday season. I’m fantasizing we’d walk through Clissold Park holding hands on summer days. I’m day dreaming of us laying in bed arguing over whether we should watch Arrested Development or Modern Family.
I’ve basically laid out our lives together for the next 6 months when I notice his hands.
His tiny little hands.
It’s like my mind won’t let me be happy even in my fantasies. I’m obviously not going to interact with this man as that would require moving my fat ass so why couldn’t I just continue to throw flirty smiles and ignore his smaller than average hands.
I tried to rationalize the whole situation with some good old fashioned logic, I’m not perfect so why should he be but really he should be! I spent 2o minutes on the bus home imagining our lives together, if I wanted imperfection I’d actually talk to him and ruin the fantasy immediately.
I feel bad for being shallow but I’d like to defend myself. I’m only shallow in my fantasies.
In real life I’m picky about personalities and mostly I date quirky looking guys. I’m all for personality and cute smiles. I hate muscular bodies as they’re hard and I bruise like a peach. I must admit I have a thing for good hair and big noses but they have to come with an amazing personality and a love of Mushroom Dr Oetker Ristorante pizza.
If I knew a guy and liked him I’d find his small hands endearing and kiss them constantly but on the bus home I like to relax so if a guy goes out of his way to catch my eye he’d better have average sized hands or be wearing gloves because I don’t need to stress of self hating because of my shallow fantasies.