Michelle Thomas is a young women who enjoys life to
its fullest. When she meets a man on an online dating platform, it leads to a
date with her chat partner named Simon. The two spend a wonderful evening
together, laughing and having good conversation over a delicious dinner.
Michelle is in seventh heaven! On the following
evening she receives a message from her Simon. And her 7th heaven falls to the
devastating ground of reality. The supposedly charming date writes her THIS:
“Hey Michelle, sorry been super busy at work today
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
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”
But how Michelle Thomas, the oh-so-creepily-addressed
object of worship, responds to this message is simply brilliant! Read it for
“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 13 year old daughter. A
talented illustrator, who collects Manga comics and wants to visit Japan as
soon as possible.
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.
P.S. “Slip of a girl”? CHRIST ALIVE, that’s creepy.
P.P.S. You’re not 5’11”
Wow. This exchange makes you really speechless.
It is simply brilliant how this confident young woman
answers and how she defends her body - or, well, maybe man just wanted to be
honest and express his feelings!? The story of this botched romance has split
opinions in the social media stratosphere.
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