I like it when readers stumble across this blog and contact me. It’s nice and feels like a small community is springing up. What I do not like is when people are obviously only interested in your writing because of what you look like. I thought words transcended images? I suppose my thought was incorrect, at least with some.
I spent the afternoon chatting with a charming gentleman from the Chicago area. We giggled, we chatted and had a hoot. When I delivered the (what was soon to be) fateful IM that I have a rubenesque figure, he couldn’t leave the chat fast enough. Granted, I know everyone doesn’t like girls with fuller figures. What I didn’t realize in my naïveté was that my size or plumpness mattered. These words are meant to guide through the trials and tribulations of running my business and my life.
I know for certain that I do not want to date a person that won’t even chat with someone who is a size 16. I’m ticked off because it matters. How I flirt, respond or tease has nothing to do with the way I look. It has to do with me as a person. The fact that I’m devoting a post to a jackass, that has his head so far up his ass that he doesn’t realize it or this fact, is only giving credence to his values and thoughts.
Ladies and gentlmen, before you contact me, if you cannot handle chatting with a size 16 woman that is damned awesome in personality and looks, don’t even bother contacting me.