BLOKES!

M mentioned compliments from blokes the other day. Hers wasn't necessarily a nice experience, but it got me thinking about how difficult it is for some men to give compliments, particularly about weight loss.
I talked to a (male) friend of mine about this last night. He reckons men basically have two fears (which turn out to be the same) about telling a woman they look good because they've lost weight.
Those fears are:
1. If she hasn't lost weight, she thinks I think she's fat.
2. If she has lost weight, she'll know I used to notice she was fat.
Think about it girls, we sure can make it tough for them!
So, here are a few of my experiences with comments and compliments from men about my weight loss.

Rugby blokes
I am (of course) on the committee for our school rugby club. These blokes most often see me on the sideline on Saturdays, looking truly inelegant in jeans, multiple sweaters and a great big coat. I could grow breasts on my back and they wouldn't notice!
A couple of weeks back, we had our prizegiving. I went straight from work, so I was still dressed in my girl clothes. Our 1st XV coach actually didn't recognise me until I turned around and started talking to him! He then lavished me with praise and pointed out to everyone within earshot how great I looked.

Work blokes
I bumped into a couple of the guys from my industry in a coffee shop the other day. I don't see them often, maybe a couple of times a year. There was a tall counter between us, so they could only see me from about the armpits up.
I was chatting away, when I realised one of them hadn't quite worked out who I was. So I told him. And he said 'I thought it was, but you look really different. Have you changed your hair?'
'No,' I replied, 'I've lost 30 kilos.'
'Wow, that's cool, how have you done that?'
To which, of course, the only possible reply was...
'I chopped off both my tits!'

Home blokes
Sorry to be a bit rude, but this from my man the other night, when he was umm, well, shall we say 'measuring my cup size'?
'This will cost us a fortune in bras!'

Rugby blokes 2
We had a glorious day in Wellington yesterday, which coincided with the U15 final for rugby. So instead of the aforementioned swaddling clothes, I got to watch in jeans and a tee shirt. Quite a fitting tee shirt, instead of one that looks like a small pup tent.
The same coach, after the game, came up and said 'You look so great, I just have to hug you'. Which he did - then passed me around the rest of the committee and insisted they hug me too! (I've known these guys for a long time - it's not creepy)

Home blokes 2
The teenager came home saying several of his friends had commented on my weight loss (isn't that just lovely?). Knowing just how to gross him out, I asked if I was in danger of becoming a MILF (if you don't know what that is from American Pie, you have to watch the movie).
'If anyone says that, I'll beat them to a pulp, then choke myself to death on my own spit'
That's my boy!

Rugby blokes 3
And this email from the sport co-ordinator at school, who came to the tournament with me last week. He's about 6 foot 3 and like many ex-forwards, inclined to run to fat.
'Today is a new start for me. I'm running home from work every day. You have inspired me'
Aww, shucks.