I’ve always been desperately attracted to skinny chicks. But I met a “fat chick” who completely blew my mind

I’ve always been attracted to skinny chicks. Tall, skinny, and pretty. It’s always been my “type.” I’ve even been accused of having a “pedosexual face fetish,” whatever the hell that means.<br><br>And I don’t know, maybe I just desperately want to be attracted to BBWs because I believe in the movement.<br><br>In my eyes, it’s difficult to find a girl that girthed, rounded, or curvy- BBWs are not even on my radar. Maybe most “fat chicks” aren’t in a league that I’m even in to begin with.<br><br>My “type” is usually not interested in me because it’s like- I don’t make enough money for them- I don’t have the right credentials or status. I’m not on their wavelength. It’s like- I’m just not cool enough for them. I’m just a guy that works a 9 to 5 blue-collar job.<br><br>And I always desperately wanted to be with “them”- I wanted that piece of “paradise.”<br><br>One day- while working in my backyard, I noticed there was a new family across the street that moved into a vacant house. The woman and the little girl were playing in the yard. She looked rather “fat” and her daughter was about 9 years old.<br><br>I saw her a few times. And I always desperately wanted to know what she was like. I didn’t know that much about her, other than she was married and had 2 kids and that her name was Tina. I’d always try to find excuses to mow my lawn or do something in my backyard, just so I could “accidentally” bump into her.<br><br>One day I was mowing my lawn and heard a strong, firm commanding voice “hey you! Yeah, you with the lawn mower. Come on over here for a minute, I need to talk to you about something!”<br><br>I walked over. She was standing in her backyard and she told me- “look, listen, I’m gonna make this quick. My daughter is 9 years old, and my son is 13. I know you’ve been eyeing me for a while now, and my husband knows it too. We both know you’ve been- well, you’ve had your eyes on me for a while now.”<br><br>I didn’t know what to say. I kind of stuttered and told her “I… I didn’t mean to… I didn’t mean to stare.”<br><br>She said “don’t worry about it, I’ve had plenty of men do that my whole life. It’s not anything new to me.”<br><br>I told her “I’m sorry, ma’am. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything.”<br><br>She paused for a moment and then said “you know, I’ve always wanted to desperately know what you are like. But I got to thinking the other day, and I thought- you know what? This may be the last time in my life that I’m actually interested in someone.”<br><br>I told her “what do you mean?” And she said “well, I’m in my late 30s. I’m married and I have 2 kids; I’m not getting any younger. I’ve always been a ‘fat chick’. Always. It’s like- I always desperately wanted to know what it would be like to be with someone like you. So I thought, you know what? Why not? Life is too damn short.”<br><br>I was floored. I didn’t know what to say. I’d always desperately wanted to be with skinny chicks, but for some reason, I felt like my whole world had been turned upside down. And in that moment, I believe it had been.<br><br>I told her “I don’t know what to say. But I believe you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.”<br><br>She said “I want you desperately. But my only one condition is that my husband has to know. I don’t want to cheat on him. I don’t want to be called a cheater. I want to be open- and I want to be honest.”<br><br>I told her “that’s completely fine. I want you to be happy.”<br><br>She said “so here’s what we’re gonna do. We’re gonna tell your husband, and we’re gonna come up with a plan so we can be together. But we can’t tell our kids- they’re not old enough to understand. They’re not ready for this- they need a mom and a dad to be happy and they need a family.”<br><br>So we did. Her husband and my wife and I all met up and discussed a plan. We made sure our kids were taken care of and they’d never find out. And we agreed to meet up whenever we could.<br><br>Being with a “fat chick” is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. It’s like nothing else in life matters. It’s like it doesn’t matter what kind of car you drive. It doesn’t matter if you make $500k or $20k. It’s like- none of that matters.<br><br>It’s like, why would I ever want to own a Lamborghini when I can have a BBW? Why would I ever want to live in a mansion when I can live with a fat chick? Why would I ever want to make a million dollars when I can own a BBW?<br><br>Being with a fat chick is like winning the “jackpot.” It’s like being wealthy. It’s like being successful. It’s like being appreciated and valued.<br><br>I girthed chicks. I don’t give a shit about skinny chicks anymore. I don’t want to be with a woman who doesn’t have curves. I don’t want to be with a woman who’s not got some meat on her.<br><br>I just don’t want that anymore. I don’t need some “skinny chick.” I don’t want some “model”. I don’t want some “tall woman.” I want- I want desperately to be with a BBW.<br><br>I want a BBW. A fat chick. That’s what I want. And that’s what I have.<br><br>And I’d never change it.