Who the Hell ever thought a 5'9" 355 pound woman could fall head over heels in love with a 5'5" 135 pound man? Well my name is Connie, and take it from me, it is very possible.
It all started when we were in our company's cafeteria. I was having lunch with my gorgeous female coworker, when I spotted David for the first time. I leaned over to Stacey and whispered, "I think that guy over there is staring at you."
She responded by saying, "Hmm, he's kind of cute. Maybe I will go over and make his day and introduce myself."
She approached David, and leaned over her table showing her ample cleavage and in her most seductive voice said "My friend noticed you were staring at us and I thought you were quite nice looking so I was wondering if you'd like me to join you."
Dave looked a little embarrassed for seeming so obvious, and he said, "I'm sorry, but I was just a little dazzled by your beautiful friend."
"My beautiful friend?! You mean Connie? But she is so....Fat."
David hesitated before rising, picked up his tray and headed in my direction, but on the way planted his whole 135 pounds on Stacey's outstretched foot.
"Oww...You son of a bitch. You did that on purpose."
Dave sloughed off her punch to the back and continued to approach my table with a big smile on his face.
"Hi. You must be Connie. I'm David. Would you mind if I joined you?"
"Not at all. Have a seat."
After David was seated, Connie leaned in and asked, "The truth now; did you really crush her foot on purpose?"
Dave got a smug look on his face as he put the burger to his mouth. "Let's just say we had a little difference of opinion, but I think we understand each other better now. You should really enlarge your circle of friends Connie."
"Hmmm now. Would that expansion include someone like you?"
"Someone exactly like me. Would you allow me to cook dinner for you tonight?"
"Dave, not that I am not extremely flattered by your attention, but I have just one little question...Why me?"
"Why not you? I find you very attractive, and would like to get to know you better."
"Sorry Dave if I am a little skeptical, but I probably have about 3 inches on you, and a good 200 pounds. Don't birds of a feather normally flock together? Isn't there some little petite fluffy blond out there for you?"
"Not for this boy, and I didn't get to be Vice President of Sales by taking "no" for an answer, so dinner at 7:00.... my place?"