A "WTF" kind of conversation at the Vitamin Shoppe

Rotten f@#ker...loved Frisco's comment, BTW. Guess he was intimidated by (a) your loveliness, (b) your awesome protein intake, and (c) your intellect; thus, he had to make himself sound intelligent by saying an idiotic thing. Go kick his ass!

WTF is right! Sounds like a real douche canoe!

Some people are just......stupid.  You know, you could always blame it on the fact that you're so sexy, all the blood had rushed out of his brain to other parts of his body.

Silly boy, he'd be LUCKY to have someone in his life that is as beautiful, sweet, smart and SEXY as you are.  Just toss your hair back and tell him that he's absolutely right, new boobs will definitely change your taste....in men!

Much love!

I don't know why I didn't see this post before. 

OK, in NO WORLD would you ever ever ever look like you qualify for weight loss surgery.  Even though this guy was clearly in a beefed up fog of steroids, testosterone, racehorse urine, and any other "performance enhancer" he could buy in the Mega Douche Gym locker room...  there is no way in hell he seriously thought you looked like a weight loss surgery candidate.   

What I think happened is this... he was on autopilot.  He didn't even really look at you.   He is probably used to WLS patients coming in and asking about taking in ****loads of protein.  So when he heard you were consuming massive amounts of protein and were about to have surgery, his little pea-mind immediately switched to "WLS candidate" mode and he started giving the speech he always gives.  His mind was unable to take in any more information, including the incredibly obvious evidence before him that you are THIN and clearly NOT about to have weight loss surgery.  Sorry, not enough in there for more data.  His autopilot was fully engaged and he spit out his lame little speech about tastes changing after surgery like he does a dozen times a day to actual WLS pre-ops. 

Cute or not, he was just a dumbass on autopilot.  He didn't register your skinny ***** hotness because he couldn't.  Don't blame him.  Blame his long hours working in the Vitamin Shoppe and the racehorse urine.  

You are awesome.  He is not.  The end.