Today I came to an interesting conclusion. Although most women want to lose weight so that they can be hit on more, I promised myself that I would lose weight so that I could get hit on less.
Yes, it's true, perhaps if I could rock my 5'8" height with a very skeletal 115 lbs, I might attract some men that could possibly annoy me at the bars. However, I would gladly trade that bimonthly occurrence for my current state of being hit on nearly everyday while on the job. I have not once seen my clients hit on a THIN white girl. So why me? Why can't attractive, successful men in my age group hit on me? Huh??
Yes, yes I do get paid to bake cookies and go shopping with my clients. I know you are busy with your excel spreadsheets and such, but I doubt you get told you, "don't look like no virgin," or that it'd be nice to "help you take off that bathing suit." Apparently being in a wheelchair will also give you an ideal eye level view of my "cute ass."
Alas, this is part of my job which I've come to develop a sense of humor about. I do not, however, have a sense of humor about being sexually harassed at my place of employment by old, creepy, married family members of clients via nasty telephone calls. I never in my life thought that people would actually call other people and use that sleazy SNL Ladies Man voice in a serious manner but, oh no, I was wrong. The minute I heard that low drawn out, "girrrrl" followed quickly, still in a super-sleazy voice, by, "I just wanted to say that I'm attracted to you." I knew that some 45-year-old men actually think that this is sexy. After continuing with, "Oh the things I ..." Creepyoldman was abruptly cut off by me telling him what for and hanging up.
A couple days later, he brought his wife into my workplace and wished everyone a blessed day at which point he was told he was no longer welcome anywhere near the building.