Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree Curves.

Every so often, this happens, and I have to wonder. Am I being fair? Should I give someone another chance?

The Long-Awaited Honest-to-God Secret to Being Happy

While helping with a special project this week, I spent more time than expected with three different men, all single.  They   laughed—genuinely—at   my   jokes,   chatted openly, complimented this and that. Dropped a few hints to see if I was interested in them.

I’m not.

That’s where I keep wondering if I’m being fair. I’d had some  interest in them earlier. Nothing  exceptional. They seemed nice enough  (not obviously axe murderers or pedophiles),  and I wasn’t sure they met  my requirements but I was willing to look a little deeper, make the effort, be open to possibilities. Enough of an interest for lunch or coffee.  I’d let all three know at different times that I’d be interested in getting to know them better.

They weren’t interested in me then. To put it politely, I didn’t meet their physical requirements. They didn’t put it that politely.

Do 10 pounds really make that big a difference? Do 20? What’s the threshold for a man to decide a woman’s interesting?

Men are starting to pay more  attention now.  A lot more. I don’t  trust it. Because of shallow men like this. Men who didn’t like me 10 pounds ago. Men who turned up their noses at me 20 pounds ago.

Suddenly they’re a lot less appealing to me. They tell me I look great now, and I don’t even want to be around them. If they couldn’t share a cup of coffee or a glass of wine with me 10 pounds ago, I don’t think I can return the interest now.

It’s fast becoming my turn to turn up my nose and say no thanks.  I’m fine-tuning my fuck-you attitude,  which gets an ironic response. All I can say is that these men will have to try a lot harder to get my attention this time.


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