men are weird
He said, Good, you needed to gain weight.
I said, But it is not coming off.
He gave me the stare and said, Didn’t I just say you needed to gain weight?
I go to dinner with my friend Chris. I say I have gained weight.
He says one word: Good.
This eight pounds is driving me mad. I cannot even wear half my bras because they are push up bras and make my breasts look too big it is like a mule being led around by breasts when I wear my French bras with this damn weight which makes [I never thought I would say this] too much cleavage but I guess guys like cleavage [quelle surprise] even when it comes with hips and a butt.
I do not like the weight. There is not a hell of a lot I can do about it — short of dieting [ugh] — until the rib gets completely better and I can do my damn exercises again. But I do not like it.
[Also it has been four months since the Ensure debacle so exercising may not actually do it that was not working before the rib debacle I may have to diet if I want this off oh the horror.]
Meanwhile guy friends say the weight is a good thing.
So what is the story there? Do men look at Playboy and just see breasts or do they somewhere secret in the backs of their heads think “Wow she needs to gain weight”? Do they just like thin women who have big breasts? Or secretly really not care for thin women at all? Is it just my friends? Is it men in general? Are my friends just being gallant? [That “Good” did not sound very gallant.]
Men are a mystery to me.