A friend that I haven't seen in over a year came to town over the weekend. Needless to say, I have obviously lost a lot of weight since I last saw her. She knows that I've been working on this. She was still living here when I started this whole weight loss thing and she reads this blog, so I'm sure she's smiling ear to ear right now.
Anyway, when I walked into the bar and we saw each other, it was pretty awesome. She was shocked. I know she was. She was full of compliments. My favorites of the night being, "I've seen pictures, but they don't do you justice," and, "I hate to tell you this, but the knockers aren't as big as they used to be. They still look ok, just not as big."
I was pretty excited by both of her compliments. I'm glad that the change is more impressive in person and I want everyone I meet to tell me that boobs are smaller than they once were! As far as I'm concerned, they aren't shrinking fast enough. It was nice to hear that there is a noticeable difference though.
Anyway, we had a fun filled night. I bailed around 12:30 AM. I told our group that I was going home. I didn't really go home then. I had every intention of going home, but I stopped at a bar closer to my house to meet up with another friend for a minute and a funny/odd thing happened.
I was waiting for my other friend to show up so I sat at the bar and realized that it was time for some calories. I ordered a drink (I know, not the best way to get calories, but it doesn't happen often) and this guy sat down next to me. I could really go into a long explanation of why it was odd that he sat by me, but I'll just give you the highlights.
My friend shows up, sits down, and orders a drink. A guy sitting next to her starts talking to her and asks who I am. Then he points to his friend on the other side of me and asks if I've met him.
So, I start talking to him. I realized that it was his intention the whole time to talk to me so I decided to play along even though I had no energy to make small talk. It was the most boring, god awful, conversation ever. This poor guy was really shy and I had to keep asking him questions just to get him to talk.
He did creep me out though. I know this sounds cocky, but he was trying to tell me that he thought I was pretty, but all he could say was, "I saw you when you walked in. I watched you walk in." Ok, that's cool. The place was packed so I'm not sure how he was able to even see me walk in. Then he said, "Do you hang out at B-dubs? I've seen you there too. I've watched you there." Ok, that was really creepy. I knew what he was getting at, but what was I supposed to say; "Oh thanks for seeing me?"
Here's why I told that story, because that's not my typical information I would share on here; I'm pretty sure that would not have happened before the meal plans, weight loss, workouts, etc. I'm not opposed to anyone wanting to hit on me or tell me I'm pretty, but that was just too much for me.