“Girl Hands”
I met a wonderful, smart, attractive man who was, surprisingly, interested in pursuing a relationship. It was fun, sexy, and the most “adult” relationship I’ve had to date. I should have known, though, that as soon as I saw his girl hands—his tiny, tapered, dainty fingers—I had found my deal-breaker. Unless he planned on mountain-climbing bare-handed to toughen those bad boys up, there was no way they were coming near me again.
—Lydia
Aftermath: We dated for a few months, but the hands, combined with growing emotional dependence, sent me running. We’re still friends. He doesn’t know why I really broke it off.
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then youre not really friends. You havent told him how shallow you are, so he hasn’t told you to eff off yet. go ahead, see if he calls you to fluff your ego after you come clean..
Reverse man-hands? Life imitates art.
I think you just missed out a great catch. Why not look at the bright side: the daughter of you two might have beautiful tiny “girl-hands”.
Have fun dying alone, because if you’re that picky and shallow, no man will ever pass your standards. I’d start buying cats now.
YOU are the reason you never had an “adult” relationship you shallow bitch!