I must admit that I have never owned a set of scales. I usually know roughly what I weigh, and am relatively happy with that figure, but I don't like to be faced with it every time I walk into the bathroom.
That being said, when I moved into this apartment I couldn't resist jumping on to the old scales the landlord left in the bathroom.
A love affair with the scales quickly ensued. It wasn't that my new lover, Mr. Scales, was particularly handsome. Quite the opposite in fact, as he is 1970s orange, festooned with a green cartoon dog and the text "To your HEALTH". It was just that he always said what I wanted to hear.
A brief but intense relationship followed, with secret a rendezvous snatched every few days.
As in many relationships, I was blinded by the compliments, and, again like in many relationships, it took my nearest and dearest to snap me out of my blind adoration.
Me: "I think I have lost weight!"
Phil: "Oh no... You are not using the scales in the bathroom are you?"
Me (defensively): "Yeah, what about it?"
Phil: "Oh baby, they don't work, they never have... I just use them to hold the bath mat in place..."
Love affair over, it is back to the guy who unconditionally gives me compliments regardless of what I weigh.
2 comments:
If he unconditionally gives you compliments regardless of what you weigh he shouldn't have immediately asked if you were using the scales in the bathroom! He should have said of course you have! :)
Um... er... no comment!
Post a Comment