Excuse You

Today's post is going to be short and sweet and to the point.

Last night, following yesterday's post, Justin and I went to the #TacoTuesday Taco Eating Competition. Remember how he said I shouldn't compete because it would make me sick? Well him and his best friend competed.. they both lost, but at least they ate a bunch of tacos and got the shits some free beer out of it.

Anyway, that doesn't really have anything to do with today's post. While we were at the bar for the competition last night, these two guys came in and sat at the end of our big table. Sharing is caring, so we totally played nice - for the most part. These two guys were drunk, I mean absolutely hammered and shouldn't have been served another drop of alcohol - but that's neither here nor there because they still proceeded to drink their faces off.

Throughout the night, these two were getting rowdier and rowdier. One of the guys got kicked out and the other one stuck around. While Justin and his best friend stepped away for a few minutes to discuss the rules of the competition, the one guy who was left behind came up to me - and the conversation went a little something like this:

Him: Want to dance? *starts to do the salsa*
Me: No, I'm good thanks.
Him: Are you sure?
Me: Yeah, I don't dance.
Him: Oh. Is it because you're big?

No. No no no no no. NO. Excuse you, jackass "sir"... you don't have the right to say that kind of thing to me. There are so many things I wish I could've said, but I really just can't lash out or be mean to people in those kinds of situations. I wish I could yell at him for calling me "big", but I can't... so I'm writing it here, on this super public forum - because, why not?

Dear jackass,
How dare you call me big? Because EXCUSE YOU, you do NOT know my life - nor do you know that I used to be 110lbs heavier than I am now. I've worked hard for the body that I have, and I'm proud of everything I've accomplished. No, I'm not skinny (nor will I ever be) - but that doesn't give you the right to assume something about me based on my "appearance". You think I'm big? Awesome, keep that crap in your head - I don't need to hear it. I don't owe you ANY kind of explanation as to why I won't dance with you... just understand that NO MEANS NO. Based on the amount of alcohol that you consumed last night and the fact that you kept switching between different liquors and beers, I'm assuming you have a hangover from hell this morning - and I can't say you don't deserve it. Enjoy your joyous hump day, and try not to call anyone big today.
Not your biggest fan,
Faith.