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Crazy Irish guys and other coincidences
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Crazy Irish guys and other coincidences Went to another BBW party last night, this time with a friend. I usually go alone, I prefer it that way. I can come and go as I please. I've been pushing my friend to go. She's really self-conscious, even though I think she's a really attractive woman. So we went to this party and she was bummed and a downer the entire time. I love her to death, but she didn't want to even so much as dance. When I guy showed interest she brushed him off. I mean, you can lead a to water, but you can't make them drink. She accused me of having more self-confidence than her, but I really doubt that. I'm a good actress. I come off as confident and suave, but I'm really a shaking inside. This tough, NY chick most men see is really an act. Shhhhhh don't tell anyone it might make it harder to get laid. Or easier to get molested. I though it would be good for her to be around all those confident BBW's, I guess I was wrong. She's not even a BBW, she's just kind of, but not really, chubby. She thinks she's chubby, but I really can't see it. Anyway, she had previously objected to going to these parties with me because she found them "degrading" because of their theme. But my argument is as follows. What makes a BBW themed party any different from a hispanic themed party or an African themed party? A party is a party. It's an atmosphere where these women are accepted and even revered because of their physical attributes. When she said she thought it was demeaning, it hurt my feelings. It's like she's invalidating who I am. I know I'm not defined by my weight, but it's hard to<b> meet men </font></b>that like BBW's. So, giving BBW's and their admirers a venue to meet and mingle like normal adults makes me feel a little more normal. A little less freakish and a little less like a social pariah. I feel like she could have a boyfriend if she tried. I feel like she could have a husband at the drop of a hat if she really made an effort, but for woman my size, even in the BBW community, I'm at the larger end of the spectrum. Which brings me to the topic of my title for this entry. I was walking out of the bar the party was held in last night and this random man stopped me. He moved like he wanted to shake my hand so I offered it to him and he kissed my knuckles. He then said, "I haven't seen you around here before, I would have remembered a woman like you." Or something to that effect. What shocked me into silence (and for those that know me, they know that's a rarity) was the kiss on the hand. It was such an intimate gesture. That and he had the most striking blue eyes I've ever seen and a thick accent that I think was Irish. Again, those that know me, know I'm a sucker for an Irish accent. So that combination, the eyes, the kiss and the accent, had me completely struck silent. All I could do was say thank you, blush and walk away as quickly as possible. Later, on the train ride home, an odd compulsion struck me. I had this overwhelming wish that I had kissed him on the mouth in response. That's something very forward, not something I would have normally done in public, but something in his eyes compelled me to think of it. Even as I write this, I'm haunted by his eyes. I hope that next week, he'll be at the next BBW party. Something tells me that he won't, but a girl can dream.  Dream and live in the moment, for nothing is certain. |
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I probably don't need to say this, but that "kiss on the knuckles" was, at one time, a normal way to greet a lady. I would have had to have been there to make any kind of conclusions, but I would think that he might be one of those who like to follow old traditions.
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Krazy, I'm pretty much aware that that is a tradition that dates back to the middle ages and fuedal Europe. It's just not a gesture that's seen all that often here in our sloven American culture. I took me a minute to respond, that's all, mostly because it was unexpected. Dream and live in the moment, for nothing is certain.
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I had a Professor of English who did just that. He did indeed catch people by surprise also, especially in the beginning of the semester.
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