Some boy was in my room, keeping the coversation going, not leaving.

"Wait, are you saying that you're fat?" he said to me. I don't even remember what we were talking about. Probably my unhealthy love for Flaming Hot Cheetos.

"No."

"'Cause you're not fat."

"Yeah, I don't think I'm fat."

"You weigh like... twenty pounds."

"Well... no. Not twenty." You can leave now, I am thinking.

"Are you saying you're fat??"



1. Yo dude, do YOU think I am fat? I thought I made my feelings on this subject pretty clear.
2. Okay, so your usual flirty trick of playing into girls' self-deprecation-to-achieve-positive-reinforcement act didn't work here. It's okay. It happens sometimes. No shame there. But kid, when it's not working, leave it.