Body Image

So, the other day I got hit on… I think.

I was at one of the writing groups that I attend and this younger woman was paying a lot of attention to me.  She was smiling, angling her body toward me and kept trying to engage me in conversation.  She was fairly attractive, wore a low cut top that displayed a large amount of cleavage and had a few tasteful tattoos.

I basically ignored her.  I mean, I participated in the conversation, I was polite but didn’t engage her back.  It was a writing group, we were there to write, not talk.

In fact, I didn’t realize she was being flirty with me until I was driving home.

Fast forward a couple of days.

I think it happened again with a different woman at a different writing group meeting.

Now, probably 60-70% of the writing group is made up of older, retired men and women.  The second largest percentage, 20-30%, of attendees are women in their thirties and forties.  There are only two of us guys in that age bracket, so the ratio of women to men is fairly high.

It was the end of the meeting, we were getting ready to leave, and one of the older women started up a conversation with one of the younger women about Marine Biology.  I was standing with those two by the door and listening in.  The older woman made a comment about the quality of some kind of sea water, how it was warm, wet and salty.

One of the younger women, still seated, started laughing.  She looked up at me.

“Wow, what are you all talking about?”

The three of us standing there all turned and gave her a blank look.

“I mean, warm, wet, and salty?  That doesn’t make me think of sea water.”

We continued to stare at her blankly.

The seated woman looked at me again, then looked down and started blushing.

We ignored her, finished the conversation and left.  On the way to the car I puzzled over her comment.

In a small group dedicated to writing, full of retirees, who’s thinking about sex?  The joke came from so far out of left field, that’s why she got the blank stares.  None of the rest of us were thinking about sex, we were thinking about writing and Marine Biology.

So, why was she thinking about sex?  I was the only guy there in her age range.  Why did she look at me like that and then blush?

Wait… was she flirting with me?  Or trying to in some really awkward way?  I wasn’t sure.  Maybe?


Both of these situations were so unexpected that I didn’t even really notice them until afterwards.  That seemed really odd to me so I started really digging into my own perception of the events.

In hind sight, were they flirting with me?  Yeah, I think so.

Why didn’t I realize it at the time?  Because no one ever flirts with the fat, bald, divorced guy.

Yeah… that second answer caught me a little off guard.  No one ever hits on the fat, bald, divorced guy.  I hadn’t realized how poorly I saw myself until I thought through everything.  Why didn’t I notice their attention?  Because they couldn’t possibly be hitting on me… because I’m the fat, bald, divorced guy.

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Two years ago, when I officially became single that’s exactly what I was, fat, bald, and divorced.  I’d gotten out of a tricky marriage, I drank too much, I shaved my head to cover the baldness and I was thirty five pounds overweight.  Yeah, I was single but it wasn’t like the ladies were clamoring for my attention.  And I was never a particularly social guy to begin with, so I wasn’t even meeting very many women.

I did date but it was almost exclusively through websites.  I got laid, had some friends with benefits and so on.  I wasn’t Casanova but I did alright.  It wasn’t like I had low self esteem, or lacked confidence, I was totally fine with myself.  It just so happened that I wasn’t the type of guy that got hit on.  And I was okay with that.

Over the next two years I got a new job, drank less, worked out more, ate better and started pursuing other interests.  I bought a condo, got a dog and settled into a simple, happy life.  Through blogging I met Ann, who’s amazing.

And somewhere along the line… I stopped being the fat, bald, divorced guy.  But I didn’t notice.

When I first met Ann in person I was worried that she wouldn’t find me attractive because I didn’t think of myself as attractive.  I didn’t think I was unattractive… just, average-ish.  When I looked in the mirror I saw the same divorced guy that shaved his head, drank too much, and needed to get in shape.  But that wasn’t really me anymore.

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I lost the thirty pounds a while ago.  I could still stand to lose a few more but I look nothing like I did back then.  I still see the same guy but that’s not what everyone else sees anymore.

These two situations where women showed interest in me were so far away from what I expected that my brain didn’t even recognize them.  If they hadn’t happened in the same week, driving me to think about it, I might never have realized how far off my own perceptions of myself were.

I’m not the fat, bald, divorced guy anymore.  That’s actually kind of hard to say.  I’m not the fat, bald, divorced guy anymore.

What am I now?  I don’t know, my own perceptions are obviously flawed.  And honestly, I don’t particularly care.  As long as I feel good, and Ann finds me attractive, I’m happy.  That doesn’t mean that I’m going to slack off any time soon, I want her to look at me with lust in her eyes every time she sees me.  That’s the only affirmation I need.

And as far as those other ladies go, thanks for the lesson but I’m taken.

12 thoughts on “Body Image

  1. Okay, I’ll give you the divorced. Because those are facts. Bald? Shaved heads are in these days. But no matter…because you are HOT my friend. Body and mind. And I know I’m definitely not the only one who thinks so. I’d have to fight them off if you started posting pics 🙂

  2. It’s your ugly duckling becomes a swan story.. But not as gay! I had a similar experience when I was probably 22. In high school I was geeky, but not in a hot way and I transitioned from geek into hard core tweaker. By the end of my two years of daily drug use I was concentration camp skinny, had long damaged hair from dying out bleaching it every other week, lived in my sweat pants or other nasty clothes and my glasses were held together by string, literally. About six months after quitting, I actually looked pretty good. Good enough for … Wait I should put this in my own blog and not waste it in your comment section. Yada yada, I get what your saying

  3. hey women feel the same almost daily. I can lose a hundred lbs and still be the fat girl behind the computer wearing the glasses and all that. Whats more I can still be the shy loner girl from highschool from years and years ago. It doesn’t matter if I weigh 250 or 150 i’m always that fugly lonely girl.

    • It’s tough to shift those self perceptions but it’s important to try. How are we going to be happy with others until we’re happy with ourselves?

      • I was overly exhausted when I wrote this, I”d like to say that i was wrong in my post, but I wasn’t i do feel that way a lot of the time. But I also see myself as beautiful as well. great post.

  4. Great post – in an effort to get out of my ridiculous romance life I was going to post something similar today! Body image is a tough one to overcome….but I have no doubt that Ann is right and you’re totally hot! 🙂

  5. No doubts in my mind either!
    I think about sex all the time. Even more if there is a sexually viable man in the room that smells good! (I think they were flirting with you)

    Totally with you on the body image train. I lost 30 pounds over the last couple of years, too, and it is amazing the amount of attention I get now as opposed to before. I couldn’t see it for the longest time, but then friends started pointing it out to me… The attention feels so good and I feel so flattered, but I also feel completely unworthy at the same time. And if a CUTE guy says something to me, my tongue turns to complete jell-o!

    • It’s definitely an interesting mental transition. I’ve never considered myself an attractive guy, not that I was unattractive, just average almost to the point of invisibility. So it’s very strange to be seen as attractive, even if it’s just in a literary circle.

      Luckily, I’ve never had an issue talking to women. I think growing up with so many sisters took away any pedestals women might have been on. People are people. And from the responses I’ve seen to this post, I have a feeling everyone is affected by body image perceptions- however attractive they actually are.

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