Fat Barbie’s beauty. Vol. 13
What is a real man?
A man who drives a truck, pours out a load of potatoes and puts them in the basement.
He looks after his family.
What is a real woman?
A woman who doesn’t eat meat and sugar.
She eats men. But she doesn’t look like a person who would do that. She’s feminine, with the oh so desirable hourglass figure. Graceful, elegant, poised. Unlike a normal woman, she doesn’t kill the manliness in men, because she embodies the fantasy of a certain love. A love that a successful and a rich man could have. An exotic love.That’s why she wants to match the visual preference of her potential next man, so that he wouldn’t look at others. She doesn’t want her man to mention her character or intelligence as reasons why he has chosen her. If he would, he’d look at other women.
She doesn’t want to be equal, she wants to be better. And the best has to be the most privileged.
That’s how Christine is. She sent me a letter via social network saying “You, stupid bitch, I will fuck up your face! Why the fuck are you throwing yourself on my hubby Armands? Whore, prostitute can’t find your own man. Buy a gigolo.”
At that time I was dating a man, who introduced himself as Armands. Tried to get out of the situation as elegantly as I could - informed her that Armands had given me a coat. Attached a picture with me wearing the “gifted” coat. Nothing. Total silence. But with Armands I had a pretty interesting conversation: “Ingrīda, why did you tell Christine that I had given you a coat, even though I can’t afford one. You can’t imagine the scandals in my household.”
Hello?! Maybe you should’ve warned me about the multiple-women strategy?
Armands was put in the past immediately.
The most important person in my relationships is me, not the man I’ve chosen. If I make mistakes, I can try to correct them. I will never understand how some women manage to enslave themselves and quite naturally - end up totally miserable.
I’m a thirty eight year old woman and I don’t want to be twenty or perfect. Woman’s age doesn’t diminish her value in relationships. Relationships are not about expectations, about premature corpulence or the place in the hierarchy of globalization. They’re not about guessing will I ever find a long-term partner.
If a woman can take care of herself, she knows her worth and the way her personality is headed to; the only rational reason to yearn for slimness and looking younger is if a woman is working in the modeling industry.
But otherwise - without stress. Today I go running, swimming, pull out the old oil grass mower. Open up the oil compartment with pliers wrench. Yeah, no oil. Go to the household goods store and buy it. Pour out the old oil and fill in the new. The engine starts to roar and I mow the lakeside. Later, I call Him. He needs to mow his lawn as well, but he doesn’t have a mower. We make a deal that next time I visit, I’ll bring mine. He will help me trim the hedge.