~ Gigi (Ginnifer Goodwin) He's Just Not That Into You
Hello friends. It's been awhile. My fault entirely. But I'm back and ready to share with you what's been going on with me.
As you may recall, I recently posted a profile on Plenty of Fish (read my profile here) and unbelievably, I met a boy. In truth, one can hardly call a 47-year-old man a boy, but hey…. And yes, I said 47. I like my men like my cheese, wine and steak… well aged. LOL.
Clark responded to my profile on POF and to be honest, I thought he was a scammer his pictures were almost so well done. Clark playing golf, looking out at the water… it reminded me of the pictures Phoebe's grandma (Friends) kept of her dad that turned out to be just the picture of some guy that comes with the frame. It wasn't until I saw a picture of him with Brandon Inge that I realized he was the real deal because let's be honest, as good as scammers can be, you can't fake that. And as often happens, emailing through POF became a bit of a hassle with schedules and work so we progressed to texting.
Clark asked about meeting me on Good Friday after work. I said sure, but told him I couldn't meet until at the earliest 6:30 because I work at an accounting firm downtown and it was at the tail end of tax season. He said that was too late. I (kinda) joked with him that perhaps he shouldn't book two dates in one night. Clark responded by asking if he could call me that night instead. I said sure, not really expecting to hear from him.
Lo and behold, he called. And even stranger, we talked for three hours.
The next morning, I woke up about 8:00 am and Clark texted at 8:30. We went back and forth most of the day texting with long pauses while I was at the hair salon or while he was out mowing the lawn. And then at eight, he called again and we talked until 1 am.
Throughout those two conversations, Clark and I talked about everything and anything. No topic was off limits. I found out the reason he said 6:30 was too late was because he works in Royal Oak and gets off work at 2:00 and lives in Clarkston. He found it hilarious that strippers freak me out. We both disliked the movie The Descendants (he hated it; I just didn't find it as appealing as other George Clooney movies though we both thought the best scene was when Clooney was running (don't want to ruin it for anyone who hasn't seen the movie)). He's the kind of guy that would be willing to go to the hair salon with me if I agree to go hit some balls with him at the driving range even though I explained three different golf pros have told me I'm not good at golf because my big boobs prevent me from following through with my swing. Clark takes his steak medium rare, wears boxers or boxer briefs, hates skinny jeans, and agrees that if your significant other doesn't like your chosen scent, then maybe you should really consider changing it.
I was smitten. Oh Lord was I smitten. Yet I was also hesitant because of his penchant for using the word curvy to describe my figure.
When you're my size (3x or 22W/24W) you come to realize that certain words have certain connotations. Voluptuous covers plus sizes ranging from 14W to 24W, rubenesque seems synonymous with fat (which would be me and I'm not saying that to be self-deprecating; it's the truth), and curvy is a word that the majority of the population uses to describe women at the low to mid range of plus size. Marilyn Monroe and Adele are curvy; Melissa McCarthy and I are fat. Cute, definitely, but fat. Top of the plus size range if you will.
So you can see why I may have been hesitant when Clark kept talking about me being curvy. And on the Monday after Easter I (literally) called him on it.
Throughout our conversation regarding my size Clark assured me he used the word curvy as a euphemism. That no matter my size (which I did tell him but that he pleaded ignorance to), he thought I was pretty. And to please, please send him more pictures of myself (in his defense, never once did he ask me to send him a naked picture which I give him credit for).
So I sent him more pictures. Including one very strange shot of Sassy Booties and I at the company Christmas party where I thought the addition of strings of beads were appropriate. But all three pictures I send would give him a much clearer picture (no pun intended) of my size.
And it was mid-morning Tuesday when I received the text from him saying he didn't think it was going to work between us but good luck.
To be continued….