Ward Comments TAKE 2

Part of me wants to vow that I will never attend the Family ward again, but at the end of the day, I know I will. But every time I attend, I can't talk to people without them bringing up the fact that I'm single... Never mind the fact that I just started an awesome job, am traveling a lot, and loving in life!!!

The aforementioned widow stopped me to talk, but I quickly said hi and walked away. I thought I got out of it... Until she got me in the corner in Releif Society like an animal with its leg in a trap. She asked how I was doing and I said, "Super great!" Her eyes narrowed for a second as if inspecting me. After a moment, her eyes unnarrowed and her eyebrows lifted as a pure look of pity crossed her face. My leg was gnawed off and I escaped quickly there after.

The worst one of today: I was talking to a neighbor about her daughter, who is 33 and unmarried.

ME:                  "I follow her on Facebook. She is so pretty."

NEIGHBOR:     "Yeah. I just wish some guy would think that about her.... But you know how that is."

Here is somthing else about singledom: people assume that if you aren't married, you aren't dating. I currently have 4 guys who are trying to pursue a relationship with me. I don't advertise this because it's not really any of their business (much like my marital status).

Sure, one day I hope I find an awesome guy that will be my best friend, confidante, and husband. But until then, I am seriously loving my life and soaking in all the wonderful people, places, and things that God blesses me with.

Single, but not sorrowful.

Vegas

So i am currently on a business trip in Vegas.

Wow. If there were ever a place to make a girl feel insecure or terrible about herself, this is it.

Walking through the Casino, I see girls walking around in dresses that i’m not sure how they sit down in; dresses that leave nothing to the imagination, and if they bunch up only a half inch, will expose EVERYTHING. Like- how do they stay in place? Tape?  Hairspray? There is probably some secret I don’t know about- but not that it matters since I could probably only use the dress as a leg warmer.

There are of course, the girls that are completely covered, but their clothes are so tight and form fitting, they look like a form of an Avatar. Again, nothing is left to the imagination.

Last night we went to Gillies, a part of Treasure Island. There they had “GIlley Girls”, that are more or less wearing a bikini, cowboy boots, a hat, fish net tights and a big, blingy belt buckle.

I first noticed them because they have to stand by a barrel and open beers, and some men were getting photos with them. I can’t help but wonder how the girls feel about that- do they feel like a piece of meat? Do they feel good about themselves? Do they appreciate the attention or do they see these men as the dogs they are?

As my team gathered, a co-worker, Jake, asked another co-worker to pose in front of the mechanical bull, so he could get a picture  Of course that was a lie- but Jake captured the Gilley Girls in the background instead. Respect: LOST. 

Regardless of the fact that i think its a total disrespect to women, he’s married.  Awesome, right?

As the girls got up to shamelessly shake what they have, some guys pulled out their phones to record the dance. My manager Mike, slightly turned his back on the dancers, pulled out his phone, and kept himself busy checking his mail, reviewing text messages, or anything else he could. I’m sure he didn’t realize that i noticed, and he definitely didn’t know how much I appreciated it or how much it affected me. Respect: WON.

I am a definite proponent that everybody is beautiful and has something to offer the world (though its hard to see in myself at times), but it is places like this that makes me wonder if I were to skip meals and spend enough time in the gym to get a “Gilley Girl Body” if I could be married. 

That is what society would have me believe, isn’t it?

And then it makes me sick to think that my value is based on what I look like, instead of the person I am, and the things I have to offer.