Bobo:
I knew she was big - like around 350 pounds at 5’3 - but when she walked into Denny’s (her choice!) I was smiling inside.
BIG raven-haired beauty, so big that people saw her and you saw their faces go “Jesus.”
We had a lovely late dinner - she had left a party just to come and meet me because I was visiting her town for the weekend and we’d been talking for months. “Ill dash away and get back to the party,” she said. This way, for her, if I turned out to be a clam, she had an excuse to get away. But we really liked each other!
I looked at her liquid eyes, cupie-doll face, sensuous mouth and excited, alive energy and was pretty knocked out. She was SMART, too - thank you, Jesus. "Interesting conversation!"
BUT!
I also saw her sweater kept BURSTING open, and she kept closing it. I also saw the top button of her size 28 jeans was undone, with this little bubble of fat exposed. Too many cookies?? LOL
It was a great date - we never stopped talking - but in the parking lot we hugged. As we hugged, I felt her hanging belly through her jeans touch my thighs, this swollen, bloated belly pressed against me.
When we turned away, I was throbbing, just from the hug. But I didn’t let on. I mean she could SEE it if she looked, but one is polite.
We didn’t end up becoming a couple…but I looked her up recently. She lists her weight at 512, and that she can’t stand for more than 10-15 minutes. She does swim twice a week.
Picturing my 512-pound friend in a bathing suit at a pool.
She doesn’t give a shit about people staring, or comments. She’s got a big brain and can respond to any fat-shaming comment with a piercing remark, or clever, or something about that person’s appearance THEY might be sensitive about.
I guess this isn’t a “moment”. But wanted to share - the sight of that sweater BURSTING open repeatedly because of her fat belly, so adorable! I could hardly concentrate on my food!
God bless you ladies, man…you make this world lovely.
Was she a feedee?
