where does he get off?

so last night, i went to one of my old students' band's concert. S., Mr. J. and H. came along for support. i say support, because i happen to like that particular student, and as we all know, it's rare for me to actually like someone enough to think about doing something about it.

at some point while we were watching them play, Mr. J. asked me if i liked him (this seemed to have escaped him somehow). i said yes. he then asked if i found him handsome. well, perhaps handsome is not the best word to describe him but i do find him attractive so again, i said yes. and then he started asking me how i could say that. to paraphrase him, P. is not especially lean and he could do with sitting up straight. and then he and H. spent a couple of minutes discussing this, basically being degrading. and i just thought: where does he get off telling me stuff like that? it's none of his damn business! i like P. just the way he is, thank you very much, and whether Mr. J. gets it or not is really not my problem. he was the one who decided against going out with me. if he has an opinion about my choices, he's of course free to voice them, but there's no call for being obnoxious about it. did i ever tell him he was dating a slut?

and then they tried to bully me into going over and kiss him. what, like, while he's playing???? they said that the choices were that i go there myself or they talk to him for me. now, i'm sure they were somewhere trying to make me less single than i have been for longer than i care to say, but how old are we, 12? the way they were saying it, that's how i felt... bloody hell!