Thursday, August 14, 2008

In Which Jaime First Meets Candy

If you've been following along, you'll know that Jaime recently went on a trip to NYC to meet his new BBW love, Candy. He told me the whole story one night, and now I'm sharing it with you. This is the part where Jaime meets Candy for the first time:

Jaime wrote to me, I did make it to New York, as you well know by now. After arriving an hour late, I got a call from Candy as I got off the bus and stretched my legs a bit.

She said, "I didn't know if you were still coming."

To which I raised an eyebrow and said, "Why wouldn't I be?"

She said, "Well for starters, you're an hour later than I expected, I've been waiting for you." It was then that I noticed the time. I apologized and said it was the bus not me. I then told her what gate I was at, she had no idea how to reach it. I eventually made my way up to a level with lots of stores and shops. I said to her, "I'm at a candy shop, called "Sweets of Plenty" (or something like that ). "I'm sure you know where that is..."

She actually did. And a few moments later I see what looks to be a slightly short woman with dark tinted purple glasses on and a headband walking swiftly and looking about.

She had on a purple dress and had her dark jacket buttoned up to conceal...bulk. She looked like a scene from some movie. She did have a lovely accent: it was very clear and friendly, with hints of latina about it. It belonged to a much thinner woman, so she must have been one, once upon a time.

At this point Molly broke in: Wait, how can you say her voice belonged to a skinny girl?

Well it wasn't a typical fat girl voice, Jaime explained. It was like a cute petite girl. it wasn't a thick, accent, or voice. It was clear. Most fat people let their chins get in the way and mumble.


So she doesn't see me--all in black, lurking in the shadows of the candy shop--and plows right past me. I go, "I'm right behind you."

To which she says in alarm, "No you're not! I didn't see you!"

I replied in an annoyed tone, "Exactly, you went right past me, turn, around."

She laughed nervously and went, "No, thats creepy, you're stalking me, you're a stalker aren't you!" Nervous laugh again.

I sighed, and went, "Would you slow down! You were looking for me! Its not stalking when you call the 'stalker' and want to find them!"

She dropped her bags and turned around grinning. "I guess you're too cute to be a stalker..."

I raised an eyebrow and nodded and forgot to hug her or smile like I promised. My stomach was in pains from chasing a fat girl.

She said, "Oh, you don't look so good, what's wrong?"

I swayed on my feet. "A bit sick.. past few days, stomach virus perhaps, I should be fine in a bit maybe..."

She put her arms around me and made typical cute sounds of, "Awww.. why didn't you tell me?"

I looked at her and the first thing I noticed was that she had extremely smooth skin and big brown eyes. She looked far better than I thought she would with hair back and glasses on. The urge to tell her to put her hair down and take those stupid things off her eyes failed to enter my mind as often as it might have. She was smooth and curvy and smelt good. I hugged her for support, in my weakness.

She asked if I liked what I saw so far in New York, I made an ill received joke of, "Well, so far so good: such vast landscapes of beauty and sights to see, very large sights, the architecture is flawless..."

She raised an eyebrow and went, "What...are you talking about..."

It would ruin it if I said "her", so I went on walking. She...[was] holding onto my arm, and we went into the mall.


The Valiant Bastard said...

Ah, you managed to turn our little chat into a story, I like this! *Grins*

Molly Ren said...

I'm glad you like it--I had to add a liberal sprinkling of commas and asterisks that you left out! ;)