Book One
Sandy Collins was a shy girl, a bit over
weight by her standards, as well as the standards of society. The weight on
her body was most of what made it difficult for her to find dates. It was shocking
to Sandy how many men out there thought they had to have a beauty on their
arms, and not to sound bad, some of the guys who’d turned her down for dates,
weren’t that much to look at either. So through the years she had about given
up on dating in general, and finding love, she had a feeling, she’d grow to be
an old made.
This is why she sat in her living room
one night, talking to a good friend of hers, contemplating a long life of
loneliness.
“Fran, I just don’t think
I’ll ever lose my virginity, well I guess I could to some guy I find on a
personal ad. But those guys are normally only looking for a quick night out,
and no romance whatsoever. When I find a guy I want him to be special, sweet
and loving. I want him to take his time with me, show me what it feels like to
be made love too.” Sandy said to her friend Fran.
“Sandy, you really need to
get out more though again. Ever since a few years back and that incident with
Johnny, you’ve stopped trying to socialize much. Look at you, you’re a
beautiful girl, your eyes are the most amazing green I’ve ever seen. Plus some
guy would be so lucky to have you; you’re like the sweetest girl ever.” Fran
stated.
“I know but the years are
going by fast, I’m already 34 years old.”
“But it’s like you’ve
given up, and you never let anyone know what really went on between the two of
you either. So tell me, what happened that night that made you stop dating? I
mean, after all he was a friend of ours, and now he never talks to you anymore
and barely talks to me these days.”
“He was just mean, ok and
let’s leave it at that, I told him exactly what I thought, but he kept going,
and just made a few comments that I knew were true.”
“If he told you anything
about your weight, that wasn’t right, please Sandy just tell me.”
“No because I know you
Fran, you’ll hunt him down, even after all these years. Just let it go.”
“I know it had to be about
what he always talked about, you’re weight. I heard him make a few nasty
remarks before. If I promise not to go after or say a word to him, will you
tell me?”
“If it means you will stop
bugging the fuck out of me, God yes. He made it very clear that I would never
find a man in the shape that I was in; he told me he had a diet and exercise
program that would be perfect for me. Also if I lost around 150 pounds, he
would date me again, but not until after that point.”
“That’s horrible.”
“No, he’s right Fran; I do
have to lose weight, if I’m ever going to find a guy to take me seriously.”
“That’s bullshit, there
are plenty of guys out there who won’t judge you for how much you weigh!”
“Where the hell are they
Fran? I haven’t found one yet and I am getting too old for this shit! Tell me
where the hell they are? I haven’t found a single one in over twenty years,
I’m not getting any younger, and soon I’ll be too old to even care!”
“It sounds to me like you
are already there “, I hate to sit back and watch this happen to you!”
“What am I supposed to do
though? I’m trying to get more exercise, and I’ve tried about every diet out
there, nothing seems to ever work.”
“No, what you really need
is some self-esteem; you always look down on yourself. Come
Sandy Collins was a shy girl, a bit over
weight by her standards, as well as the standards of society. The weight on
her body was most of what made it difficult for her to find dates. It was shocking
to Sandy how many men out there thought they had to have a beauty on their
arms, and not to sound bad, some of the guys who’d turned her down for dates,
weren’t that much to look at either. So through the years she had about given
up on dating in general, and finding love, she had a feeling, she’d grow to be
an old made.
This is why she sat in her living room
one night, talking to a good friend of hers, contemplating a long life of
loneliness.
“Fran, I just don’t think
I’ll ever lose my virginity, well I guess I could to some guy I find on a
personal ad. But those guys are normally only looking for a quick night out,
and no romance whatsoever. When I find a guy I want him to be special, sweet
and loving. I want him to take his time with me, show me what it feels like to
be made love too.” Sandy said to her friend Fran.
“Sandy, you really need to
get out more though again. Ever since a few years back and that incident with
Johnny, you’ve stopped trying to socialize much. Look at you, you’re a
beautiful girl, your eyes are the most amazing green I’ve ever seen. Plus some
guy would be so lucky to have you; you’re like the sweetest girl ever.” Fran
stated.
“I know but the years are
going by fast, I’m already 34 years old.”
“But it’s like you’ve
given up, and you never let anyone know what really went on between the two of
you either. So tell me, what happened that night that made you stop dating? I
mean, after all he was a friend of ours, and now he never talks to you anymore
and barely talks to me these days.”
“He was just mean, ok and
let’s leave it at that, I told him exactly what I thought, but he kept going,
and just made a few comments that I knew were true.”
“If he told you anything
about your weight, that wasn’t right, please Sandy just tell me.”
“No because I know you
Fran, you’ll hunt him down, even after all these years. Just let it go.”
“I know it had to be about
what he always talked about, you’re weight. I heard him make a few nasty
remarks before. If I promise not to go after or say a word to him, will you
tell me?”
“If it means you will stop
bugging the fuck out of me, God yes. He made it very clear that I would never
find a man in the shape that I was in; he told me he had a diet and exercise
program that would be perfect for me. Also if I lost around 150 pounds, he
would date me again, but not until after that point.”
“That’s horrible.”
“No, he’s right Fran; I do
have to lose weight, if I’m ever going to find a guy to take me seriously.”
“That’s bullshit, there
are plenty of guys out there who won’t judge you for how much you weigh!”
“Where the hell are they
Fran? I haven’t found one yet and I am getting too old for this shit! Tell me
where the hell they are? I haven’t found a single one in over twenty years,
I’m not getting any younger, and soon I’ll be too old to even care!”
“It sounds to me like you
are already there “, I hate to sit back and watch this happen to you!”
“What am I supposed to do
though? I’m trying to get more exercise, and I’ve tried about every diet out
there, nothing seems to ever work.”
“No, what you really need
is some self-esteem; you always look down on yourself. Come
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