Today I was sitting on a cushioned bench in the Snow building, trying to focus on my Orwell homework. A "couple" walked by me holding hands. She was larger than him in every sense of the word: a couple inches taller, thicker thighs, her round fingers practically swallowed his as they intertwined. They did that awkward swinging thing with their connected hands. I figured they had probably been only at this dating thing for a week or two at most. As they passed, I overheard some of their conversation.
Boy: "Dang. Umm I forgot what I was saying [embarrassed half-chuckle]. I hate it when that happens."
Girl (just late enough so it was uncomfortable):"Don't you hate it when that happens?"
Boy: "Yeah I hate it."
Another awkward hand swing. Make that one or two days at most. I was so glad I wasn't her.
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This reminds me of a conversation I had with Matty once.
Me: "I just don't think I could date someone who has smaller thighs than mine."
Matty:[Pause]"So. . .you like chunkers?"
Awesome.
I love honest posts and this is one of them. A lot of people say everything dipped in Disney and I have to gag. Don't get me wrong... the world isn't a wad of depressing garbage, but it's refreshing to hear something realistic and frank.
Aly, I have the exact same rule. I just can't ever think of a man as a MAN if he has smaller thighs than me. Amen, sister.
Nate. I miss you. That is all.
Yikes. That's hilarious.
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