TallFatSue
Well-Known Member
Just a couple random thoughts, goofing off on a Friday morning when I should be working (it's *good* to be the office manager), triggered by some comments here and there on this board (a shouting match with her husband's crazy ex-girlfriend, tags for FAs so we fat women know who admires us, wanting to be appreciated for our minds as well as our fat, etc.) and by some amusing encounters I've had in the past week or so.
Thank goodness I haven't had much experiences with exes, because Art & I have been married 24 years, and we are our first and only spouses. :smitten: But I do remember some of my husband's snipy ex-girlfriends in the 1970s. I'm the only fat girl he ever dated, and there were some withering comments from ex-girlfriends. They're pretty mild compared to other experiences I've read, but they had the nerve to say them in my presence, like I was invisible.
A. "Oh. You're dating ... HER?" (looking me over like a horse)
B. "What's she got that I haven't got? Besides blubber?"
C. "I see you're dating that fat cow now."
D. All of the above.
As for FA tags, unfortunately methinks one of the surest ways for an FA to telegraph that he loves abundant figures is to have a fat woman on his arm (we trophy wives are good for something, ya know ). Case in point: Last weekend Art & I went out to lunch, and while I was in the ladies' room, another supersize woman a size or two larger than me at the next table began to flirt with him (she was with a midsize woman who might have been her sister). I watched them for a minute or two before I returned to our table.
Sue: "What was that all about?"
Art: "She said she liked my hair."
Sue: "Cool! Now I have a trophy husband?"
Art: "Yeah right, an engineer as a trophy husband."
Sue: "It could happen."
Not that I have a jealous bone in my body or anything. It's funny, because most fat women in our society might be jealous if perky little bambis come up to our husbands, but I just snicker and think, "Boy is she ever barking up the wrong tree." Nope, it's other middle-aged obese women I have to worry about.
Nahhhh ... Art says life is never dull with me around (I *think* that's a compliment), so I'm his for keeps. Just to be on the safe side, I better shake my big fat tush and keep my Halloween gladiator costume handy. :smitten:
Now I should probably get off my afore-mentioned big fat tush and do some work around the office.
Thank goodness I haven't had much experiences with exes, because Art & I have been married 24 years, and we are our first and only spouses. :smitten: But I do remember some of my husband's snipy ex-girlfriends in the 1970s. I'm the only fat girl he ever dated, and there were some withering comments from ex-girlfriends. They're pretty mild compared to other experiences I've read, but they had the nerve to say them in my presence, like I was invisible.
A. "Oh. You're dating ... HER?" (looking me over like a horse)
B. "What's she got that I haven't got? Besides blubber?"
C. "I see you're dating that fat cow now."
D. All of the above.
As for FA tags, unfortunately methinks one of the surest ways for an FA to telegraph that he loves abundant figures is to have a fat woman on his arm (we trophy wives are good for something, ya know
). Case in point: Last weekend Art & I went out to lunch, and while I was in the ladies' room, another supersize woman a size or two larger than me at the next table began to flirt with him (she was with a midsize woman who might have been her sister). I watched them for a minute or two before I returned to our table.Sue: "What was that all about?"
Art: "She said she liked my hair."
Sue: "Cool! Now I have a trophy husband?"
Art: "Yeah right, an engineer as a trophy husband."
Sue: "It could happen."
Not that I have a jealous bone in my body or anything.
It's funny, because most fat women in our society might be jealous if perky little bambis come up to our husbands, but I just snicker and think, "Boy is she ever barking up the wrong tree." Nope, it's other middle-aged obese women I have to worry about. Nahhhh ... Art says life is never dull with me around (I *think* that's a compliment), so I'm his for keeps. Just to be on the safe side, I better shake my big fat tush and keep my Halloween gladiator costume handy. :smitten:
Now I should probably get off my afore-mentioned big fat tush and do some work around the office.
