I can tell you that man, woman, gay, straight, we ALL have the same insecurities.
My roommates and I have spent a fair amount of time sitting around talking about dating or relationships. They’ve come to me for advice from a girl’s point of view. “Does this text sound OK?” “What do you think she’s thinking?” “Which picture do you like better for my profile? Are you sure I don’t look fat in that one?”
Yes, one was really concerned about looking pudgy. See, ladies, it’s not just us.
When I was freaking out out after a date with a soccer-playing French derivatives trader (that’s right!), they gave me a slew of unsolicited advice. “Candace, go on a lot of dates. Accept dates with guys you don’t even want to go out with. Eat a lot of food they buy for you,” they said. Really? Isn’t that mean? I wondered. They assured me. “Do not call him. Let him come to you.” Alrighty, I’ll try it their way … kinda.
One night, Roommate A was bemoaning having dates with two different ladies. Roommate B and I just looked at each other. “Sounds like a pretty good problem to have,” he said. I nodded in agreement.
But that’s what I’ve learned from living with the fellas. They are as concerned as we are. I even heard one of my roommates freaking out about getting a pimple.
I’m a journalist, content strategist, doting auntie, amateur bobsledder, fitness enthusiast, and wannabe health nut (who loves chocolate and pizza too much to fully commit). I don't want you to think my life is perfect. It's not.