People need to get over themselves and stop being so shallow. If a BBW or whatever you want to call those ladies wants to date a good-looking guy- and if such men want to date them - what's the problem?
Just because plus-size ladies don't live up to the standards of being a size 2 model type doesn't automatically mean they shouldn't be dating or enjoying their lives just as they are. To be honest, Mr. or Ms. Right comes in all sizes, shapes, and colors. Why don't people get that?
I'm 35, 5'10 tall, around 215-220 pounds, and in great shape. There was a time that I didn't have an idea of what I wanted my woman to be because we don't make or create them the way our desires want. A lot of hot chicks have hit on me, and I dated more than my share.
My ex-wife was hot, and we got along well until we were married. She then became a total cheating bitch. Not only is that five years of my life I'll never get back, but I'm also nowhere near friends with her. I'm just glad the whore is out of my life for good.
I think getting older and leaving behind my shitty marriage made me less shallow and more open minded, because until recently, I never paid much mind to bigger women other than my co-workers and platonic girl friends. Talk about not knowing what I was missing!
Recently, my job transferred me to another city, which meant I needed a new place to live. I was looking for an apartment to rent. I'd already seen several - none which suited me for one reason or another - before making one more stop that day.
I'd walked into what was a charming old building in a pleasant neighborhood for my appointment to check out an apartment and asked to see the owner. A woman soon appeared.
She was a BBW who appeared not to be any taller than 5'2 with short hair as dark as mine, beautiful fair skin, blue eyes fringed with long dark lashes, and the sweetest smile I'd ever seen.
As soon as I laid eyes on that lovely specimen of a woman, I got a pulse in my heart (and my dick) just from seeing a body that God had spent some serious time creating.
She looked to be in her early forties, but to my surprise, I later learned from one of the other tenants that she'd just turned fifty a few months earlier.
"Alan?" she asked.
I stood and offered a handshake. "That's me."
"Hi, I'm Melody. The unit is right this way."
We walked through the spacious empty apartment while she showed me several features. For a landlady, she seemed a little shy.
Melody went through a list of building rules, when trash pickup day was, where the nearest stores were located, and of course, the monthly rent.
"You'll be happy to know utilities are included," she added.
"Rent's quite a steal for having everything included," I said. "How do you swing the mortgage on this building?"
"I own it free and clear, thanks to my late husband. A lot of tenants don't have much income, so I always believed - unlike my husband, even though I shouldn't speak ill of the dead - that people deserve an affordable place to live."
I wrote her a check for the security deposit and first and last month's rent. "I'm just grateful to finally find a decent apartment. Hotel bills are killing me."
"You're new in town?" she asked.
"Just arrived a few days ago. I was transferred."
"If you don't mind me asking, what kind of work do you do?"
"Television," I replied. "An assistant producer. I took this job because it paid better, even if moving was a pain in the ass."
"Interesting. So I can expect you to move in next week, around the first?"
"Sure. Hotel living does not suit me."
I took Melody's hand and shook it again, this time holding it a little longer. To think this woman would be living on the floor beneath mine made renting the apartment much more appealing.
***
Back at my hotel, I lost sleep that night because I knew Melody was the one my heart wanted. I knew it would take time for me to get up the nerve to try and get to know her better. Since I already knew she was widowed, I figured I was already off to a good start.
I was aware that many bigger girls tend to settle for the first guy to come along, even if he's a total dick, because they think they don't deserve any better and should be grateful any man paid attention to them at all.
When I moved into my apartment, the first friend I made was Marge, who lived next door. She was a widow around eighty, very friendly, a great cook, and had plenty to say about our landlady.
"Her husband was terrible, Alan," Marge told me one Saturday afternoon over coffee. "Todd was a lot older than Melody, but that still didn't excuse his behavior.
"He'd make fun of Melody's weight, called her vulgar names, and never let her work one his properties because she was 'too stupid' to do something as simple as collect the rents. I'll probably be struck down by the Lord for this, but I despised that man and hope he's burning in hell!"
"The guy was that bad?"
"Horrid! His abuse wasn't limited to Melody. Todd actually evicted someone because their check hadn't come in on time and couldn't make the rent's due date. Like the bastard couldn't wait a few days with all of his money! That poor family lived here for fifteen years and were never late on the rent, and the father was disabled from a work accident."
"I'd help them out once in awhile even though I have a fixed income myself. I told the Parkers to take Todd to court, because under landlord-tenant laws, he didn't give them a thirty-day notice. He just literally locked them out on the street after three days!"
"Did they sue?"
"Damn right they did, and the judge ruled in their favor." Marge sat up proudly. "I testified for the Parkers and let that judge know what an awful tyrant Todd was. He hated me after that, but as long as my rent was paid and I didn't break any rules, there wasn't one damn thing he could do to get rid of me."
"How did Mel get this place if he didn't let her work in it?" I asked.
"Talk about someone being stupid!" Marge replied gleefully. "That man never filed a will. State law says if there's no will, everything goes to the spouse. It's like the good Lord was smiling down on all of us when he died, because ever since Melody took over, things have been much nicer around here."
"Mr. Davis upstairs had a heart attack and couldn't work for awhile, and he fell a little behind on his rent. He was so worried about being evicted like the Parkers, but Melody - bless her golden heart - told him to just concentrate on getting better and pay the back rent in installments when he returned to work."
"How can someone like her stay married to such an asshole?"
"Probably settled for Todd because, you know, being heavy, she probably felt he was the best she could do. Poor dear; Melody's such a pretty thing, so intelligent and sweet. It's a rarity to see her at our social activities, though. She's rather shy, but considering what her bastard husband put her through, none of us are surprised. Probably doesn't think good men exist."
"She's not seeing anyone?"
"Oh, heavens no! Melody is much too engrossed in running her properties. What about you? Is there a young lady in your life, Alan?"
"Not at present," I answered. "I was married for five years, but things didn't work out."
Marge smiled at me. "Her loss, because you seem like a decent young man. You're what, at least twenty-eight?"
I laughed heartily. "Try thirty-five, Marge."
"My goodness. Beverly down the hall is also in her thirties. I know she's divorced with a couple of children, but she's very nice and a hard worker. Not many young people nowadays know the meaning of hard work. You should drop by and visit her sometime."
