Tuesday, May 30, 2006


OK, the date is set up on the internet.

DATE 1: He picks me up at my apartment complex. We make our way to a restaurant. It is freezing out. We are bundled up in sweaters and coats. Everything went good. At the end of the date he kisses me. Nice kisser. I agree to a second date.

DATE 2: 1 1/2 weeks later. It's still freezing out, sweaters and coats, hat and scarf. He again is a perfect gentleman. We went to a beautiful restaurant and the food was wonderful. We had another pleasant date with stimulating conversation. Kisses me again. Nice kisser. I agree to a third date.

DATE 3: He picks me up. He tells me we have to stop at his house so he can change his shirt. I accidently got a glimpse of him with the shirt off. I was so repulsed. I couldn't believe how well he hid that fat. I knew right then and there this was not going any further. I just couldn't. I know it sounds shallow and horrible. I have be physically attracted to a man with clothes and without.

I can deal with a few extra pounds, 5-10, 15 max. 20 or more? I can't do it. If he looks like that at 38, what will he look like at 48 or 58? The health problems that this brings on is something I don't want in a boyfriend/potential husband/life partner. Some will respond and tell me I should have talked to him about it. I will respond now. I shouldn't have to. Everyone knows about the health problems and potential health problems. Everyone knows that 65% of America is fat and/or obese. People who are overweight know they are overweight. They don't need to be told. I don't feel sorry for them. I see it as a choice. You choose to be that way. You choose what you eat. You choose whether or not you get your ass off the couch.

I now understand what guys mean when they say how some girls look good in clothes but horrible naked. I used to think it was mean, but it has happened to me. I think there is a nickname for this. I don't remember what it's called.