If you are a BHM who would like to eat with her, the code phrase is, "Excuse me, do you know where the soft-serve machine is? It seems that everyone there is with family, friends, or lovers, and no one ever approaches me with the code phrase. Little did I know, tonight would be the night. I saw him the moment I walked in. A gorgeous face, full and round, with layers of chins supported by a stout neck. He looked to be about my age, but I quickly stifled my hopes.
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Other than here what other dating sites are there for people like us? I know there's Feabie, but that hasn't worked out too well for me. Any other suggestions? I would have said feabie as well POF is another possibility Many fat girls will list themselves as average, or just "a few extra pounds" but not obese even if they are, or won't answer the question at all, as they are trying to avoid rejection.
the blind date
She was beautiful in her own sort of way, regular height and well proportioned, but she had always carried an extra 30lbs on her during college and just never seemed to attract the guys she really liked. So, once she was finally out of college, in a good job and living in her own place, Anna set about sculpting a body that would finally land her the man of her dreams. Losing weight had been tough; a completely miserable experience of trying to continue working out when all she wanted to do was throw up; eating salads when she could see her friends tucking in to something delicious and then getting up early every morning before work to head to the gym.
It was strange to be in a relationship, never having been in a functional gay one. One major roadblock I thought I'd have finding someone was my weight, and Steph liked the way my body looked. I'd felt so insecure for so long, and I worried I'd never have the chance to get back in shape, but Stephen was fine with my love of food and what it did to my waistline. I was pretty sure he was a fan of food himself, and what it did to his waistline. He'd always tell me to eat, piling my plates high with whatever he had whipped up.