The wrong idea

So maybe I owe you an apology. But when you called and without any hello, how are you, did you have a good time last Sunday, etc. you just said “I hope you didn’t get the wrong idea about us.”

I’m sorry I told you I didn’t even remember your name so don’t worry I wasn’t thinking about getting serious or trying to seduce you or whatever you thought I was trying to do. It’s just disheartening now to know someone I had just met was so repulsed by me that they felt it necessary to make sure I knew I had no chance and to not even try. It’s like you couldn’t even take any kind of risk that maybe you might like me if we ever really got to know each other.

I know our society is superficial and I’m not exactly that attractive. If that’s the reason you said what you did, then I wish you had just said sorry, but you’re not tall enough or handsome enough or athletic enough.

Of course it would be hypocritical to call you superficial. I am incredibly superficial myself. I know unrealistic idealized concepts of beauty portrayed in the media degrade women; well guess what, they affect guys as well. It makes them think that only women of a certain height and weight can be beautiful. So instead of a looking for a lifelong friend and mate, they hunt for a trophy.

I wish that for just one day I could be incredibly attractive. I would just like to know what it feels like to be adored by everyone I meet. As long as I’m wishing, make it be for a month. Or a year. A year of unconditional love and admiration.

Anyway, I apologize for being rude when you called. It’s just difficult to gracefully accept rejection.

So no, don’t worry. I won’t get the wrong idea about us.