Guy: How much do you weigh?
Me: Why would I tell you that?!Guy: Just answer.
Me: No way, Jose. Why would you ask that?
Guy: Just cuz. You’re like, way strong.Me: Well, if I was like 90 pounds I would gladly tell you. But I have what I’ll call an “athletic” build and I definitely don’t weigh 90 pounds.
Guy: You can sugarcoat it all day long. I’m pretty sure you’re over 150 so there’s no hiding it.
Me: (I know I can’t really hide my weight. And I have always been one of the “strong” girls meaning I have never been dainty or slender, and… that I could beat the crap out of all the other girls if I had an aggressive tendency, which, fortunately, I don’t. I’m more of a squirrel retreating from any sign of danger. I feel like I look like a buffalo wallow woman, or an Amazonian , and there is just no hiding that. Not even with long sleeved shirts, which I was wearing yesterday. Darn him for touching me).Me: I know. “Athletic” is sugarcoating it.
Guy: How much? (Throws out a number)
Me: I’m never telling!
Guy: I'll keep going up if you don’t spit it out.
Me: Whatever. You should know girls never like that question. I won’t tell.
I know you guys are all gasping in horror. You just have to know this kid. You never have to wonder what he is thinking (obviously) or where you stand with him because he’ll just tell you. He pretty much guessed my weight on the dot. Which is pretty annoying. How do people do that? I mean, I have absolutely no concept of what things weigh. And I don’t really care as long as I can lift it outta my way. How much does a car weigh? Probably like 500 pounds. Cuz I can’t lift it. How much does an elephant weigh? Probably like 600 pounds. Because it probably weighs a little more than a car. No concept. No concept at all.