Time and time again, we ask our men how we look but we don’t really want to know the answer. I have been guilty of squeezing my stomach to form a cottage-cheese roll, and approaching my loved one with the same question, “Do I look fat?”
What do we really want them to say?
Well, duh. We want them to lie. We NEED them to lie. Otherwise we would not leave the bedroom or have sex ever again. I don’t care what girl thinks she wants the truth — she doesn’t.
We all know when we’ve gained a few extra pounds, but we want to see if HE knows we gained a few extra pounds. The truth of the matter is, they don’t care. Well, to some extent, anyway.
My handyman Mike was just at my house fixing some things and I asked him, “Does your wife ever ask you if she looks fat?” He said, “Every day.” I replied, “Do you lie if she does?” He said, “Of course. I’m not an idiot.” I asked him how he goes about ever telling her the truth. He replied, “I critique the clothes, not the body.” Now that is one smart handyman!
If we ever want to know the truth about gaining weight, I think it’s best to ask one of your friends. Unless of course she is an evil friend that feels better when you look bad. Then you’re screwed.
