Ok... here it is....I admit it. I’m a big girl. Now don't get me wrong. Despite my weight I am an attractive 33 year old professional woman who has an active sex life and even though I would love to be less heavy, it is probably not going to happen any time soon. I don't like being heavy, but I refuse to let it stop my life from happening. I have lots of friends and they all say I wear my weight well. I have a very proportioned hour glass figure.
Sexually I am very upfront about my life. I have been referred to as a gay man trapped in a woman’s body because I enjoy a certain amount of ... well.... forwardness in my relationships. I enjoy sex. I enjoy talking about it with my friends, many of which are gay men. And I make sure that anyone who gets involved with me knows that they are getting ME! No excuses, no surprises.
So, after having said all that and knowing that my weight is not my favorite thing about myself. What happens when someone like me meets someone who's sexually excited by my worst problem? Not like a fetish really but, a man who actually likes women who are curvy, you know, women who look like WOMEN! Do I .... 1. Freak and run? 2. Go with it and see where it goes? 3. Ignore it and pretend that it happens to me everyday? Or do I...4. Drill him for information and then do all of the above in different stages?
You guessed it.... FOUR!
I was working one day in my office when there was a knock on the door. At first I didn't hear it because I had my headphones on. I work as a kitchen designer with a remodeler and most of the time I am by myself there, so to keep the computer work less mundane I listen to music while I work. I guess that he must have been knocking for a bit because by the time I turned a blond head was poking around the open door.
Startled, I jumped and gasped out "May I help you?"
The blond head continued into my office and brought the rest of him with it. My initial reaction to his looks was WOW. This was a very good looking man in his late 30's early 40's. About 6' tall with sandy blond hair and deep blue eyes. He was wearing a white dress shirt dark brown tie and dark brown slacks and shoes. As I looked him over at a glance he settled himself into the chair for the desk next to mine. I guess no invitation was required. Up until this point he had been very quiet, absolutely silent actually. Looking up I noticed him staring.
"Sir, can I help you with something?" I said again.
The already warm room suddenly became a bit warmer as the man in the chair grinned and said, "I'm sorry, I should introduce myself. My name is Glenn Williams. I'm an engineer and work in the office down the hall from here."
"Oh, well nice to meet you Glenn. Is there something I can do for you?" I said this in my best business voice. Trying really hard to not swoon as the smell of his aftershave drifted over to me.
Glenn dipped his head and looking back up at me grinned and said, "Actually, yes. I was wondering if you would go out to lunch with me today?"
I thought I was suddenly going senile or something. Did he just ask me out?
"Huh?" Great response right?
Smiling again he scooted the chair he was sitting in closer to me and leaned back a bit. "I should start over." he said. "I spotted you the other day from my window and thought you looked attractive and pleasant. I would like to get to know you a bit better. Would you go have lunch with me today? Please?" He leaned forward.
I could not believe this. Why in the hell would this incredibly attractive man be giving me the full court press and also looking nervous as hell about it? Suddenly the pessimist in me kicked in.
"Ok buddy, is this some kind of joke? What, did those redneck construction workers that I work with hire you to date me?" By this point of my tirade I had leaned forward and was practically nose to nose with him.
"My name is Glenn, I work in office 205 which is down the hall and to the left. I am an engineer. I would like to take you out to lunch today, 1:30pm. Talk to Anita the receptionist, she will tell you about me." With that he stood up and walked to the door. As he stepped through it, he turned smiled and said, "By the way, you're beautiful and I love the smell of your perfume."
I cannot even imagine what my face must have looked like. Suddenly I gasped and realized that I had just insulted an Adonis who was trying to ask me out. What the fuck is wrong with me? I looked at my watch and noted that it was only 10am. I got up and paced the office for a bit and then unable to stand it anymore I booked down the hall on my platform shoes to Anita's desk.
When I got there she was on the phone but did stop talking long enough to give me a huge grin. "Did he come talk to you?" she whispered with here hand over the receiver.
I nodded my head and gave her a frantic look. "Get off the fucking phone!" I mouthed to her.
Snickering as she hung up she gave me another grin. “Ok girl, spill it. What exactly did that yummy gentleman say to you back there?”
“Oh no you don’t, you sneaky wench you. You spill it first. He specifically told me to ask you about him. So tell me… now!” I leaned back and waited.
Taking a sip of her coffee she leaned back as well and started to tell me the tale of Glenn.
“Ok, first of all he is just as nice as he seems to be. I have known him for about 3 years and I can tell you that his firm is doing quite well and are currently looking for a larger set of office suites in this building. Work wise his company does engineering as well as full home renovations, some interiors, but the remodeling is the primary portion of his work load. He is not a workaholic. He has a cat and he loves his family. He was married before and they divorced about a year ago. They are still friends and they never had any kids together.” She stopped and took another sip of coffee. “Hmmm.. what else, what else?”
I raised my hand like I was in elementary school again, “I have a question.”
“Ok, shoot.” She said leaning forward on her arms.
I looked around the waiting room and seeing no one around whispered to her, “Why in the hell is he asking ME out?”
Anita looked at me and squinted her eyes. “What, are you kidding me?”
“No Anita I am not kidding you. Why in the hell would someone like him ask someone like me out? He should be dating one of those gorgeous, thin, blonds that have and IQ of 85 and can only talk about skin care products. What does he want with me? Is he trying to smooth talk me so he can get me to work with him?” I leaned back again and waited, breathing hard as I tried to calm down a bit.
“Cynthia, “ she said in her softest most parental voice, “.. you just don’t have a clue do you honey? Your weight is not YOU. It is a part of you, but not in a bad way. You have a lovely face, fantastic hair, and a sharp wit that goes well with your sharp tongue. Not to mention a great set of hooters.” She paused with a sigh, “Glenn, has been asking me about you since the first day he saw you. He walks down your hallway and out the door at the end even though his office is in the other direction just so he can glance at you as you work at your desk.” She giggled again and whispered to me, “I have even seen him bolt out the door after you hoping to catch you before you get to the elevator. He even made it once but you were on your phone when he got on. You should have seen the scowl on his face when he got back up here.”
I sat there and stared at her, “Wow! I really don’t know what to say except…Wow!”
“Now, are you going to tell me what he said?” she said with anticipation.
“Not right now Anita, I will tell you all, if I decide to go, okay?” I got up thanking her and wandered back to my office.
Holy hell! What do I do now? Do I go? Do I politely refuse? Do I tell him before 1:30 or do I simply show up at his office?
Right about that time my boss showed up. I returned to my desk and attempted to continue working as my mind reeled. Suddenly it was 1:15 and taking a deep breath I ran to the ladies room for a quick make-up check, a pee break and perfume refresher. Taking a deep breath I told Bob, my boss, that I was heading out for lunch and would be back in an hour. He gave me a distracted wave and off I went down the hall searching for room 205. I could feel my heart pounding as I walked down the hall, past Anita’s smirking face and around the corner to Williams, Cramer & Associates. I knocked lightly on the door and opened it to the smiling face of a secretary speaking on the phone.
She waved me in with a wink and said into the phone, “No Mr. Fellowes I’m sorry but Mr. Williams is going to be busy the rest of the afternoon with appointments. Can we arrange for you to meet with him first thing on Monday?” she paused and wrote something in the day planner before her. “Wonderful, we will see you on Monday at 9am…..you have a nice weekend too sir.”
“Well hi there. You must be Cynthia?” I took the hand she offered. “I’m Liz, it is wonderful to meet you finally. Glenn was hoping you would come. His office is right down the hall here. Corner office at the end, he will be so pleased to see you.”
Taking a deep breath I gave Liz a nervous smile and headed down the hall. Suddenly the door was there and there was no turning back. I tapped softly on the door and heard his gentle baritone say “Come in.”
I opened the door and was greeted by the music of STING and the scent of leather and fresh paint. The style of the room was distinctly masculine but still very welcoming. Earthy colors with touchable fabrics made walking into his office like coming home. And then… there he was. Standing at his mission style desk with his large hands in his pockets and a spark in his eyes.
“I am so glad you decided to come. I’m assuming you talked to Anita?” he bit his lip as he grinned at me.
I smiled back and clasping my purse in front of me red faced, “Yes, I did talk to Anita. She was very informative.”
It was his turn to get red faced, “Well, you will need to tell me just how informative she was.”
“Don’t worry it was nothing but praise for you. She likes you a lot and was quite thrilled that I was asking about you.”
“Well then,” he said coming around the desk, “.. lets go then.”
He scooped up a set keys off the hutch by the door, turned off the stereo, and guiding me with his hand at the small of my back led me out the door. We passed a grinning Liz and headed out of office 205.
“Have a great time you two.” called Anita as we passed her as well.
“Thanks Anita.” We said in unison. After we both turned red, again, we beat a hasty retreat out the door and into the elevator.
Just as I was thinking it Glenn said, “Were alone again.”
“Yeah, I was just thinking the same thing.” I looked at him as he stood next to me and could not believe that he even looked attractive in the elevator lighting. His skin looked more tan, his eyes more blue and his expression more lusty. Wow!
“Excuse me!?!”
We both jumped at the hostile voice. Suddenly we noticed that the elevator had stopped. We had been so busy staring at each other that we hadn’t noticed and now people on the ground floor wanted us to get the hell out of the way so they could get on. We made a fast exit and headed for Glenn’s Explorer. He opened the door and taking my hand helped me up into the passenger side. After I settled in he closed the door and jogged around to the other side. “What kind of music do you listen to Cynthia?” he inquired as he started the SUV up. Once again I heard the STING CD playing.
“This is great. I love this CD. Actually, this is what I was listening to when you came to my office this morning.” I smiled gently at him.
