Take a Picture, it Lasts Longer!

I got hit on leaving the gym today. But wait, it gets better. Since I go to an all female gym It's pretty much a given that I won't have to suffer from "come-ons" (unless a lesbian takes a liking to me.)

Yet today while walking to my car I got the double honk from a guy in a pick-up. Granted my gym is in a strip mall next to a hardware store so guys in pick-ups are common place, and maybe the honk wasn't meant for me, but it threw me off for a second. I shot a mean look in the direction of the guy in the truck, I couldn't see inside because of a glare, then got in my car and left.

The drive back to my apartment is only two miles with maybe four traffic lights in between. Stopped at a main light a battered Jeep pulls up next to me and a greasy Hispanic man sticks his head out the window and gives me the Joey "how you doin'?" look.

Now, nothing against those of Mexican descent since I know plenty who aren't greasy, but I was creeped out by this walking stereotype. For one thing, I had just left the gym. Meaning I had several unattractive things going for me at once.

But apparently this guy didn't mind the sweat stains or what a friend of mine affectionately calls the "mono-boob" (what happens to a woman's chest in a sports bra.) Beyond that he must dig chicks with bits of balled up deodorant under their arms and messy ponytails.

What must have turned him on the most would be my make-up free face which, thanks to my favorite time of the month, has spontaneously erupted in acne and red blotches. To give the guy credit he got about half a second to assess my "fuckability" before getting a good look.

So maybe it was my car. Gee, if the women of the world had any idea that an orange Focus would be the ultimate turn-on for men, Ford wouldn't be in such bad financial trouble. I'm delighted when JR wants to snuggle up to me after I've had a hard sweaty work-out, even if I push him away for his own good. But this guy crossed some sort of line with me.

I don't know why I was so insulted, I've been hit on by much bigger low-lifes in much weirder places. Maybe I was just pissed off that beauty comes at such a high price. People often ask me how I lost so much weight And while I never have the same answer, one thing is always true; it took work, hard awful work. It wasn't fun or easy and I have to fight every freakn' day to maintain.

So being checked out by some yahoo on the street when I look my absolute worst because I'm trying to look good does not impress me. All it proves is that most men are pigs who will screw anything with a vagina (or at least what they think is a vagina.) What's even worse is that I suspect he knew exactly how awful I looked and thought, "Hey look, she must be desperate. Bet she'd have sex with my gross self if I threw her a kernel of attention." Arg... I'm getting tinted windows.