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An ego boost...

A guy walked into a parked car while checking me out today.  Is it horrible that it made my day?  Hell, who am I kidding? It made my week!  Granted, I was walking out of the gym, wearing a form fitting top and reaching back to put on my jacket at the time.  Men and tits - they really make me laugh.  Poor bastard did it right in front of a workman working on the building next to us.  The workman called down to him saying - nice one!  I kept walking, smiling to myself and pretending not to notice.  Word got around the gym and a little while later, my trainer txt me saying 'Good job, Hart!'
I've been feeling fat and horrible lately (still struggling to lose the last 10 - 15 lbs I desperately wanted to lose before I get pregnant).  A couple of weeks ago, a random stranger that looked at my photo gallery on this site, emailed me to tell me I appear to have a weight problem and asked if I've tried weight watchers.  She ended with - you have such a pretty face - it would be a shame for you to become obese.  Obese?? Christ!  I was feeling like crap about my weight that day anyway.  Getting that email just made it worse.  I responded to her by saying: 'Thanks, you're a real charmer' and left it at that.  It wasn't what I wanted to say, but it wasn't worth saying anything more. After that experience, today's events gave me a much needed, shameless ego boost.  Does that make me vain - yes.  Does it make me a little bit sad - maybe, but I'll take it anyway.

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