Chapter 1: Introducing. . .

Karen Delacroix had always been a big eater, she felt certain she had scared off a few boyfriends by eating too much on dates, and had decided she’d work hard not to do it again. Karen was successful in doing so, and all of her relationships imploded for DIFFERENT reasons.

Karen was 24 when she met James Smith on a blind date. He was her type to a tee, exactly as their mutual friend Debbie had told her. James was tall and muscular. He had dark brown hair and brown eyes with an olive skin complexion. His facial features were the best kind of sharp. The man was tall, but not enough that Karen had to crane her neck to look him in the eye. Karen later learned that he was 6’1”, four inches taller than she was. Finally he was 24 years old, the exact same age as her, down to the month. Both of them were born in January.

Karen herself stood at 5’9”, she could get herself up to 5’10” if she stretched, but when she relaxed it was five foot nine. She felt like she was pretty average in most ways. Karen wasn’t ugly, but she wasn’t exactly the image of traditional beauty either, and she knew it. Karen had blue eyes, and blonde hair framed her soft features. Soft to such a degree that she felt like they made her look a lot heavier than she actually was. Karen weighed 165 lbs, a decent number of people had called her fat in high school, but nobody had since then, not to her face anyway. Karen had a C cup bra and was overall pretty comfortable with her body, with one exception that most folks would have guessed at a glance. Karen had trouble keeping weight off, she had tried countless diets and lifestyle changes since she was in high school, but her weight would always yo-yo, moving down and up again, and always slowly moving up in the long term. She’d lose 8 pounds to gain 10, then lose five to gain six. The exact numbers were different each bounce of the yo-yo, but the result was always the same in the end.

Karen and James had gone out on several dates, standard stuff at first. Movies, dinners, even a museum trip for the last one when they realized they both liked art. James never tried anything inappropriate. At first Karen was just grateful. It was a refreshing change of pace from the usual horndog guys who only wanted to get into her pants. But four dates turned to five, then six, then seven. Eventually Karen lost track of how many it had been. James always seemed to pick dates that involved food, and he was always very generous with it, always offering to buy her seconds or desserts. Karen loved the treatment, and she loved that he never made her feel unlady-like for getting seconds, he even suggested thirds a few times, but she never accepted.
One day Karen decided to try making a move herself. Maybe he was just too cautious or proper to try something first. Yet, even when she was forward to the point of practically begging him to **** her. The most that Karen could get was an invitation to his place for a nice dinner that he made himself. Karen. Decided that would be the perfect time to really go for it since they'd be alone in his house. She took some time to find what to wear, wanting just the right balance between classy and alluring. Eventually she settled on a black dress that accentuated her best features and had a slit up the side. She’d only worn it before once, at a fancy event, that shed attended with her last date. There was no second date with that one, the first didn’t really pan out. In the end Karen figured he just didn’t like her for whatever reason.