Skinny Git
I was the skinniest, weediest, most insect-like translucent boy in my class. It took me years to shed this awful beginning and become a full-grown three-dimensional man who women wanted to be with (and I’m not quite there yet it has to be said). I thought I’d finally found the perfect body-weight and look, and then, the other day, something horrifying happened when I was out with some friends.
The two girls in our group were staring at this skinny guy with glasses. He had a scarf around his neck and was loitering in the shopping precinct in town, looking all weak and fashionable and straight up and down as if basically a stick. Then one of the girls, Jess, said, “I love his skinny feeble stick-man look!”
Us men took this as a joke to begin with, but it soon became very clear that it was no joke. Jess was dead serious. Us men were scared. For a moment I needed a distraction, so I got out my iphone and started looking at anything. In this case ‘anything’ happened to be 24 hour fuel oil suppliers in
“Stop it,” I said, “you two are being outright disgusting.”
I was sticking my chest out. This was unconscious, up until that moment.
“But seriously,” said Amanda, “check out his body!”
As covertly as we could, we checked out his body and all agreed it was despicably thin, week and prisoner-of-war pathetic.
John said, “you’d snap him in two!"and we laughed. And that was when the skinny git put his hand up and smiled and Jess and Amanda went so red that we could literally feel the heat coming off them.
If only they’d been at school with me, I thought, how times would have been different.
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