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This past weekend I traveled to Atlanta, and I had my carry on laptop bag/luggage/organizer plus my Motorola Q which at the time I was finishing Friday’s blog posting. I also had some Dunkin Doughnuts in a bag, plus my boarding pass. All in all, I became that person that had 15 things going on when they travel, that I despise. I see them on my daily commute to work on I66, they are on the phone (holding it) doing makeup, brushing their hair, picking their nose…etc and ALWAYS 1 car ahead of me, impeding my progress. I am in line trying to get my pass scanned so I could board the plane, and I'm dropping things, making noise getting the stares (in which I deserve) When my laptop bag hits, it startles the woman in front of me, she turns around and gives me that look…and you know the look if you have ever seen a black woman that is about to give you the mental “bidness” expressed through her larynx. I must have been born under a luck star, because she spared me a well deserved tongue lashing. Pause right here for a second… let me be the first to admit, this woman was VERY easy on the eyes and had a voice that had that quiet demeanor but powerful. She smiled and proceeded down the hall. I had to look down at my left hand, to make sure it was still there, check, and I gave a big sigh of relief. ANYWAY... I started talking to the dude that was behind me, chuckling slightly, he said, “Dude, don’t worry about it, I’ve been you before with a lot of stuff and only 2 hands.” We chit chatted while walking down the hallway as we caught up with this bombshell. As we approached we were talking about food, in which I said to the dude, “I don’t know how I keep my build when I eat this much and the types of food!" Just then, the head snapped around (and I was not so lucky to avoid the tongue lashing this time) “I hate you!!” playfully but still profound. I knew it as soon as I said it. (my brain kicked into survival mode) I told her, “I feel you, there is no fun being a man and dating a woman that is about my same weight if not more. Women want to lose weight; I desperately want to gain, for that inverse reason.”
So here’s the topic, are you comfortable dating someone who is near your weight and body shape or do you fall in the standard men should be bigger (and taller), women more petite. I call it the Kermit the frog/Miss Piggy syndrome. Tell us here at TigahBee…the floor is yours…
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Posted by TigahBee on 2008-01-14 10:28:44 | Rating: | Views: 77
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I can understand that, I'm 5'10" and like 160 so that means women can still be tall and feel comfortable with me...that is before I got married!!
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Posted by TigahBee
on 2008-01-14 12:47:48
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I used to have a complex about a man's height/weight - meaning he had to be taller and bigger. I mean he couldn't even be my height or close to my size or I'd feel uncomfortable, but as I mentally matured that changed. I think it was more about me, than the men. I had to be comfortable with my height 5'9 and 151lbs.
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Posted by TigahWoo
on 2008-01-15 18:32:21
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That is a good point, maturity plays a huge factor. I guess that is the difference between men and boys;women and girls!
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Posted by TigahBee
on 2008-01-16 10:43:00
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