Gaaah
Have you ever said/ done something, and then immediately afterwards feel like a complete twat and wish that you hadn't?

I've been working quite hard at losing weight for awhile now and it's working. I've been pushing myself harder and harder at my gym and finally I thought I'd be able to squeeze into one of those tight fitting polo shirts they were selling at reception. Finally, a t-shirt with an M in it instead of and XL.

Only it was bloody tight. Not tight enough for me to think 'fuck, put it back' but just tantalizingly enough for me to start wondering if I could get away with it. I'm reasoning with myself now. "It'll hold my moobs in place. It's comfy. I like the colour', etc.

The girl on reception said I looked fine in it. She bloody would do. I go back into the changing room and proceed to innocently ask the biggest bloke in there what he thought.

Why? Why the fuck did I do this? He stops, and stares at me with a look of total wtf on his face. The entire changing room stops and looks at me. He honest to God thought I was trying it on with him, in front of all his mates.

I'm such an idiot. And yes, I kept the shirt.
(oneltrchardonnay, Sun 12 Jul 2009, 16:07, 2 replies)

I reckon
pic and let b3ta decide.
(LickOutTheJamsMotherfuckers!, Sun 12 Jul 2009, 17:10, closed)

Methinks the big bloke
doth protest too much.

After all, why does he go to the gym with all his mates, sweaty and grunting, communal showers, shirtless man hugs?

That look, that look is a well practiced look, as if to say, "What you looking at, poof?!" when really he's crying inside to say "Were you looking at me, please?"
(Frozen_Banana Shaved against the grain; thoroughly unrewarding., Sun 12 Jul 2009, 17:26, closed)