What’s The Skinny?
November 27th, 2009I went to a party the other night. For anyone who knows me well, that statement alone is earth-shattering, since I hate parties. Okay, hate is a strong word. How about despise? Parties have never been my thing. Maybe it’s because I’m short and feel claustrophobic in crowds. Maybe it’s because standing in a circle for 5 hours talking about nothing with strangers feels like a waste of time. Or maybe it’s because I’m never THAT girl – you know – the one who gets the attention. No, that girl is usually the one I bring to the party.
It is often said that attractive people usually attract other attractive people as friends. I know I just called myself attractive. But I just had the flu for a month and lost 9 pounds, so I’m feeling pretty hot these days. If only Extra Large Jerk could see me now… Anyway, my friends? For the most part, they are a damn fine-looking bunch. And not just the ladies. My guy friends are head-turners too (including my male counterpart, of course).
So I brought a friend to the party with me – a wing man if you will. She’s one of my most favorite friends. Not only is she cute, she’s smart- brilliant, actually. Over-educated, surprisingly funny, and honestly, one of the nicest women I know. As far as friends go, I hit the jackpot.
Except she’s skinny – and not the “she’s thin and I’m just jealous” because I’m rocking the booty. I’m talking this girl is head-turning, stranger whispering – SKINNY. If my grandmother were alive, she would definitely pull napkin-wrapped leftovers out of her purse and try to feed them to this girl. Let it be said, I love this friend. But when she got into my car dressed in leggings, knee-high boots and a short top, I knew my evening immediately went in a different direction. At that exact moment, I became invisible.
No matter how good I thought I looked at this party, the token skinny girl was there and guys were flocking. I would like to think it was her perfect straight teeth and killer dimples, but just as my chest is usually what men consider to be eye contact, so were those skintight leggings.
So please tell me – what exactly is the fascination with the skinny girl? Everyone always says, “It’s the city you live in. It’s not survival of the fittest – it’s survival of the thinnest.” I’m not buying it. There has to be another explanation. Is it sex? Do guys think skinny girls will be better in bed because those bony limbs will be more flexible than the ones with a little meat? Because let me tell you, I’m pretty proud of the fact that I can still do a backbend from standing position. I can’t get back up anymore, but I can still do it (and grab my ankles, thank you very much). Or is it because a guy knows if he’s dating a really skinny girl, the chances of her getting fat when she’s 50 are slim to none? (No pun intended.) The thing is, I know my friend is just as self-conscious about her non-curves as I am about my curves. And that endears her to me even more.
By the way, Blind Date Guy was at the party. The next day he texted me, “Do you think your skinny friend liked me?”
