Must Read Ladies! Lady Replies Man Who Called Her FAT After Their First Date

Oh lawdy lawdy. She didn’t spare him at all. If only all
women were like this, hehe. So this lady writer and cafe manager went on a date
last week with a man she met on Tinder. And after spending few hours with her,
this guy sent her a nasty mail, saying she is fat and all that and seeing her
nakedness might be terrible. But guess what? Instead of her feeling
intimidated, she wrote him back saying ‘oh guess what, I am on another date at
the moment, plus you are not all that yourself. You are not 5’11, she said. But
guess what? That is even the icing on the cake. She said way bitter things.

And you know what, if you are someone like me who has not
insulted someone in a very long time, and wants to remember the good old
secondary school days when you lashed out at your toasters, then read this. Don’t
miss out on it. Oh its way too yummy… God bless that lady wherever she is… hot
insults!! Me likey!!!

THE DATE’S MESSAGE

Hey Michelle, sorry been super busy at work today hun.

Thanks for a wonderful evening last night. I really enjoyed
your company and actually adore you. You’re cheeky and funny and just the sort
of girl I would love to go out with if only my body and mind would let me. But
I fear it won’t.

I’m not going to bulls–t you… I f–king adore you
Michelle and I think you’re the prettiest looking girl I’ve ever met. But my
mind gets turned on my someone slimmer.

Shallow? It’s not meant to be. It’s the same reaction you
get when you read a great author or see an amazing image, or listen to a piece
of music you love, it has that instant reaction in you that makes you crave
more.

So whilst I am hugely turned on by your mind, your face,
your personality (and God…I really, really am), I can’t say the same about
your figure. So I can sit there and flirt and have the most incredibly fun
evening, but I have this awful feeling that when we got undressed my body would
let me down. I don’t want that to happen baby. I don’t want to be lying there
next to you, and you asking me why I’m not hard.

There are certain triggers that fire my imagination into
life and your wit and intelligence are the beginning of that process which
would inevitably end up in the bedroom. With just one result….

I’m so disappointed in myself Michelle because I’ve
genuinely not felt this way about anyone in ages, but I’m trying to be honest
with you without sounding like a total knobhead.

We could be amazing friends, we could flirt and joke and
adore each other and… f–k me… I would marry you like a shot if you were a
slip of a girl because what you have in that mind of yours is utterly unique,
and I really really love it.

I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’m trying to avoid
bigger pain in the future by telling you now so we don’t have to go through
that embarrassment. I’m a man… With all the red hot lusts of a man and all
the failings of a man and I’m sure of my own body and its needs. Please try and
forgive me. I adore you xx

Michelle said the message made her burst into tears. Her
date had been “so flirty and charming and affectionate on the date”,
she told i100.co.uk. “The message was the polar opposite of that. It
really floored me.”

A few days later she penned the best possible response in an
open letter on her blog, which has been viewed more than 20,000 times since
Friday.

MICHELLE’S RESPONSE

Dear Man I Met On Tinder.

I was on another date when I received your message. He
returned from the loo to find me in a flood of tears. He was lovely, but
baffled, and hasn’t been in touch since, funnily enough.

You don’t have to fancy me. We all have a good friend who we
look at ruefully and think “you’re lovely, but you just don’t tickle my
pickle”. We wish we were attracted to them, but our bodies and our brains don’t
work like that. And that’s fine.

What isn’t fine is the fact that, after a few hours in my
company, you took the time to write this utterly uncalled-for message. It’s
nothing short of sadistic. Your tone is saccharine and condescending, but the
forensic detail in which you express your disgust at my body is truly
grotesque. The only possible objective for writing it is to wound me.

And I’m ashamed to say, for a few moments, it worked. You
stirred a dormant fear that every woman who was ever a teenage girl has – that
it doesn’t matter how funny you are, how clever, how kind, how passionate, how
loyal, how determined or adventurous or vibrant – if you’re a stone overweight,
no one will ever find you desirable.

I like the way I look. I don’t look like Charlize Theron,
and that’s fine – I look like me, and I like myself (I’m sure I’d like Charlize
Theron, too if I ever met her. I hear good things).

You may think are all my profile pictures are
“FGASs” (That’s Fat Girl Angle Shots – pictures from angles that slim
and flatter the girl. Because men only ever use candid, brutally-lit,
unfiltered pics). But I think they’re a fair representation. And I’m pretty
upfront about who I am: I describe myself as a woman who loves pizza, and
include links to myInstagram page, where I have the #everybodysready bikini
shots I took on my 30th birthday. I like to think I come across as a confident,
happy woman. But could this be the very reason you have targeted me? Did you
see me and think “She has far too high an opinion of herself, she needs
bringing down a peg or two”? I have to ask – we all know the internet is a
dangerous place to be a woman with opinions (I discovered this first hand when
I ventured a response to those obnoxious bloody adverts).

I showed your message to friends who expressed shock,
horror, embarrassment on your behalf, and a desire to cause you actual physical
harm. One male friend told me I have a lovely bottom “if unmarriageable”. I
laughed with them. Then I cried in my Slimming World group. That’s right!
Slimming World! You see, I already KNOW that I’m overweight. I can tell you
exactly how overweight I am – 20 pounds. I’ve already lost 15, and I’ve a stone
and a half to go. I’m happy with that. I will get rid of it, safely and
healthily. Does that mean that I can’t love and enjoy my body now? F** no.*

I’ll never see or hear from you again (you may feel the need
to respond to this blog. Please don’t. There’s nothing you can say that will
make me think that you’re not a disgrace to your gender).

What truly concerns me, the real reason I’m responding so
publicly, is the fact that you [have a daughter].

I want you to encourage your daughter to love, enjoy, and
care for her body. It belongs to her and only her. Praise her intellect, and
her creativity. Push her to push herself and to be fearless. Give her the tools
to develop a bomb-proof sense of self-esteem so that if (I’ll be kind. I’ll say
“if”.) the time comes that a small, unhappy man attempts to corrode it, she can
respond as I do now.

[Date’s name].

Kiss.

My.

Exquisitely.

Unmarriagable.

Arse.

P.S. “Slip of a girl”? CHRIST ALIVE, that’s creepy.

P.P.S. You’re not 5’11