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I was walking out of my office building to join a friend for lunch. There’s a nice patio area outside the entrance to the building, and I was crossing it to reach the sidewalk. I was wearing a pretty outfit, and it was sunny and nice outside. An older man was standing a few feet away from me, and I walked past him on my way. He was 60ish, with a nice face, and a brightly colored polo shirt. As I approached him he smiled, so I smiled back.
He said to me, “Oh, I just love big girls like you. You’re just what I like to have.”
I quickly felt a cold feeling descend all over me, and my pulse started going through the roof. I knew I had to say something to make him stop, and to tell him to go to hell, or I would regret not standing up for myself (this happens to me all. the. time.).
“Fuck you,” I said, giving me a cold, angry glare.
“That can be arranged,” he called as I stalked away.
I can’t stand that he had a good day after that, and that he felt like he was giving me a compliment. I’m fat, right? Why is it that they always have to call me fat, and sexually harass me? Fuck that guy. I went to lunch afterwards with a male friend, and he said maybe I was making too big of a deal. He doesn’t get it.
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