So I never, ever get hit on by men. Ever. No glances, no smiles, no how you doin's. I was thinking it wouldn't hurt my self-esteem now that I'm looking better if I got noticed once in a while. Big mistake.

Well, I'm at the grocery store today and putting my stuff in the back of my car when this majorly scuzzy guy comes up to me and starts rambling about his martial arts classes - seriously incoherent. I didn't think anything of it because I guess I have a face that says, "Oh come all ye weirdos and tell me your life story!" This guy has loooong red stringy hair and random parts of it are shoved up under a cowboy hat that's dirty and falling apart and he's got tattoos all over his fingers, neck, and arms and his t-shirt is covered in stains and holes. He tells me he's a street fighter and has been in jail.

So I'm trying hard to get away, but I don't want to make him mad as he's clearly a little unstable. And he suddenly says while looking me up and down, "I really like big girls. What are you, 195?" With what I can only imagine is a look of utter horror , I screamed "OH MY GOD!" and jumped in my car and burned rubber.

I swear, I needed a shower after that. Jeez, I MUST remember to be more specific when I wish for things in the future!!!!! I'm finally not thinking of myself as a "big girl" and yet I guess to sleazy, dirty ex-cons in the Ralph's parking lot I still am.

Maybe he meant big as in tall...?

Either way, it doesn't matter. You didn't want to date him anyway.

And yes. You must always be careful what you wish for. :P

No, he clearly meant my weight. Blech.

Ugh, sounds really creepy! He sounds like a mentally ill weirdo or something. I'm glad that you were able to get into your car and get out of there!

Apparently this approach has worked for him in the past. (It takes all kinds?? There's someone out there for everyone???)

I remember reading a poem (it may have been by Philip Booth) that talked about angels coming down to earth & fulfilling wishes. Problem is, the angels are not running on our clock. Which is why our wishes are granted so inconveniently & inexactly, particularly when we do NOT want something anymore. I wish I could find that poem. It's so much better than my explanation of it.

Oh horrible. Just horrible. Unfortunately with all the good things this wonderful weight loss brings about - comes some UN-good things and lucky you, it was your day to run into it. Truth is, you may have had this experience with this wonderful "guy" whether you've lost the weight or not. You have no way of knowing.

Don't let that deter you. Hopefully experiences like the one you had with the skeevey dude will be far and few between. Yuck.

Your weight loss and added confidence is going to open up a whole new world for you. I look forward to hearing of the time when you run into Mr. Right or at least Mr. Maybe...

Poor thing! That sounds awful! It's funny, I always thing that I want to get hit on by men, but then when I do, even if they're not as gross as this guy was that hit on you, it's SO uncomfortable and awkward!

Oh, good God!

Some things there's just no explanation for He could just as well been fixated on redheads or short girls or black hair.

He sounds mentally ill. I wouldn't read too much into it.

ugh, what a loser. Don't let him get under your skin to much.

Yuck, that's so uncomfortable. But hey, he guessed 195.. that's kind of silver liningish. And I have guy friends who think a "big girl" is someone over 120 pounds sooo.. don't read into it too much. Maybe this is the awkward guy stage for you and as you become more confident and gain self esteem, you'll get the non ex con guys hittin' on ya

That was the only silver lining I could find too! I alternate between laughing about it and shuddering. It really was one of those moments where I thought, am I being filmed on a hidden camera show?

What!?! He obviously had no idea what he was talking about.. and he apparently had no manners either. Thank goodness you got away quickly!!

I'm sorry you had to go through that though! Seriously, don't worry about it too much. He's a speck of dirt in your AWESOME journey.

Sorry you had to go through that.

What a super duper creeper! I think that when anyone introduces themself as a street fighter, that pretty much anything that comes out of his mouth afterwards should be ignored. I hope you were able to spray yourself down with Lysol and forget about him!

Ugh.... but it'll make a good story to laugh about once the CREEPY factor wears off.