People Say the Darndest Things!!

I just want to be loved...or fed

Right now I am supposed to be working on something for theplacewhichmustnotbenamed, but have decided that can be postponed so I can humiliate myself a bit.

Was talking to a coworker yesterday, who was mystified by why I'm not dating anyone. Then she added "Big girls get dates all the time." Well! Thank you for the encouragement. It's refreshing to know there's equal opportunity for behemoths like me. Maybe if I'm REALLY lucky, I can lead an expedition into the Pacific Northwest, find Sasquatch, earn thousands in book deals, movie rights, etc. AND find my physically-appropriate match at the same time!

"Uuhh...I gotta go. I'll call you! Promise!"

And, it's not enough that she was so interested in asking the question once. It came up again--because she is just so INCREDULOUS that I'm not spreading my fat-lady circus freak loving around. If this were a court of law, I would be forced to admit that just before she delivered the oh-so-generous "Big girls get dates all the time" I had just said "Ughhhhhhhhhh my pants are too tight" while coworker was talking. However, we all know the incident and the comment are unrelated.

"Ready Paris?!"

"YES Nicole--just one more for the paparazzi. Grab Mischa and Lindsay and let's get over to Nobu. I'm fucking starving!"

We "big girls" have normal lives and normal hopes and dreams just like you! We work. We eat. We sleep. And yes, we even DATE (apparently). It's good to know that some people are so willing to look through the subcutaneous fat to give us a chance. My heart is truly warmed that I might find such a sensitive and well-developed soul who could see past my circular exterior to the soft tootsie "real me" center inside.

But does it like us? Maybe if it's in a very dark room and no one will ever know...