Last night I had a date. Yes, an Internet date...don't judge me! Anyway, it was a date with a very nice boy I supposedly went to high school with but had no recollection of. The exciting part? He was 6'6. His pictures featured a fit, tall hunk of Jewish manhood. And he liked me, a fatty.
When we talked on the phone, I didn't really feel anything to be excited about. Yes, we had things in common, but no, nothing out of the ordinary and nothing that got my heart pounding and excited.
So, we had plans to eat and see a movie. I met him outside of the restaurant. He was definitely tall and to my surprise...FAT!
Ok, he wasn't really fat, but weight on a man that is 6'6 is weight that is going to be noticed. And to top that off, he had a huge ass. I don't even know how to describe it.
Now, you all know that I prefer men to be fat, I like it. But, this was a little overkill. Being 6'1 and fat, fine with me...but add 5 inches and something happens that just doesn't do it for me.
It was a little bit of a reversal for me. I'm always worried that although I have a picture up and I state that I'm a bigger girl over and over just so I don't confuse anyone, the guy will really not understand that I am actually fat and feel really duped, which, I know if a problem with Internet dating. But, last night, I was duped. I was totally duped. Duped, duped, duped.
I don't think we'll go out on another date. I just didn't feel anything emotionally. But seriously, I might be on to something...dating a bigger man, especially one that is 6'6? I totally felt little...which was sort of awesome.