I work with lots of men. Which is refreshing at times, at least I don’t have to deal with PMT and Bitching and Moaning. Well maybe the bitching and moaning part, but at least they are not given to throwing things (mostly).
A couple of weeks ago one of my colleagues approached my desk with a worried frown. For a moment I panicked, I thought perhaps the stationary cupboard was out of paperclips again. But no, he just wanted to give me some advice (?)
You’re losing too much weight he accused. Am I Doctor? I replied. Men don’t like skinny women you know - whoa tell that to Posh Spice. You’re right I agreed, how many gorgeous looking men do you see with a skinny girl on their arm? Oh that’s right! All of them. Blokes like something to get hold of he insisted. WELL alert the media, we know men like something to get hold of, problem is that they hold it far too much in my opinion, but I digress. If you lose any more weight your husband will leave you, he informed me. YIKES, didn’t know he knew Hubby? Had they been meeting in secret? Were they conspiring against me? And you know this how? I asked. Men just don’t like skinny birds that’s all he muttered and sloped off.
Well that left me with some food for thought (mmm Food) so when I arrived home that evening I confronted Hubby who was reclining with beer in hand on the coach enjoying a good scratch. Blokey at work says you’ll leave me if I lose any more weight I said. He looked confused, and put down his beer, so I could tell he was thinking. He nodded to himself and I could tell he had come to an important decision. Nah, he said picking up his beer. Too much hassle. I’ll just order you a large Pizza.
Marriage crisis over, I skipped off to have a shower and dream of Meat Feast with extra mushrooms.
Just in case you’re wondering I am hardly skeletal. I stand 5 feet six inches tall, and weigh 160lbs and according to the NHS Website, my BMI is still in the overweight range. So Boo Sucks to you Blokey.
