Anguisette
Well-Known Member
Yesterday my significant other (Ahmed) met me at Barnes and Noble in the cafe, where I was banging away on my keyboard, trying to finish an article that was due.
Anyway...
I am a SSBBW (I wear a 26/28 or 30/32, am 5'6"). Ahmed is tall and appears to be of average build in his regular, daily suit. I believe this created some kind of internal vapor lock for the lady at the next table.
Why do I believe this?
Well, as I am typity typing my heart out the big guy goes, gets me an iced latte and a grilled pretzel, and brings them to the table. He leans over, asks me to look up for a second, puts his hand under my chin, and kisses me. It was NOT a sloppy, slurpy kiss. It wasn't dry or chaste, either, but it was appropriate for public. Just a tender kiss. Nothing major.
Neighbor-table-lady immediately lets out a gasp of horror, a gushy "GOD!" and places herself between us and her young child, who looked about 6 or 7. She then mutters loudly (in order to be heard) "that's so disgusting."
We ignore it, though Ahmed does give her the nasty look to end all nasty looks.
About ten minutes later, after we sip, chew, and I finish typing, her friend arrives. JUST IN CASE we were confused about what she found "so disgusting" she shares her dismay with her pal.
"Look at the size of her. Like she needs food from him. That's so sick!"
I was framing my response when the manager, who knows us well, asked her if she had a problem. I didn't hear her answer but he told her to keep it down, and that she was disturbing other people.
Thing is... what is she teaching her son about acceptance (lack of, really)?
Anyway...
I am a SSBBW (I wear a 26/28 or 30/32, am 5'6"). Ahmed is tall and appears to be of average build in his regular, daily suit. I believe this created some kind of internal vapor lock for the lady at the next table.
Why do I believe this?
Well, as I am typity typing my heart out the big guy goes, gets me an iced latte and a grilled pretzel, and brings them to the table. He leans over, asks me to look up for a second, puts his hand under my chin, and kisses me. It was NOT a sloppy, slurpy kiss. It wasn't dry or chaste, either, but it was appropriate for public. Just a tender kiss. Nothing major.
Neighbor-table-lady immediately lets out a gasp of horror, a gushy "GOD!" and places herself between us and her young child, who looked about 6 or 7. She then mutters loudly (in order to be heard) "that's so disgusting."
We ignore it, though Ahmed does give her the nasty look to end all nasty looks.
About ten minutes later, after we sip, chew, and I finish typing, her friend arrives. JUST IN CASE we were confused about what she found "so disgusting" she shares her dismay with her pal.
"Look at the size of her. Like she needs food from him. That's so sick!"
I was framing my response when the manager, who knows us well, asked her if she had a problem. I didn't hear her answer but he told her to keep it down, and that she was disturbing other people.
Thing is... what is she teaching her son about acceptance (lack of, really)?
