Eat, Drink and be Angry - Part 1

I’m sorta a what you see is what you get girl. I’m a BBW (Big Beautiful Woman) and have been for quite some time. Yes, I’m becoming more health conscience and making changes to my life but by no means am I going to wake up tomorrow and be thin unless I happen to run into a genie with a magic lamp. Someone should have mentioned this to “Bryce”.

Bryce and I had been dating off and on for awhile. Mostly when I was lonely, bored and tired of spending weekends alone. He was tolerable, got along with my friends and is employed. More than I can say for some of the others I’ve dated. We had been spending more and more time together and things were getting to the point of being serious. This concerned me because I knew if I stayed with him I was settling but I knew I could (and have) done worse for myself. I was stuck in a rut and not really sure what to do about it. Lucky for me that was about to change.

Bryce and I had decided to go to the beach for the weekend but, as a Florida resident you always know to check the weather before you go. It just so happened there was a tropical storm and I was not about to spend an entire weekend at the beach locked inside a house with Bryce so I cancelled and told him we would just get together on Friday and spend a nice quiet evening together. Which for me is actually a lot of work.

You see Bryce doesn’t like my hair curly or in a pony tail, so I need to flat iron it (even though it’s raining) and he doesn’t like when I don’t shower IMMEDIATELY before coming over even though I took a shower that morning, and he doesn’t like it when I don’t have on sexy panties, and…. the list goes on. Now I’m not normally the kind of gal that gives into a man’s every whim but for Bryce it’s less aggravating for me to just go with the flow than to hear him bitch. And so I conform…

I arrive at his house because he refuses to stay the night at my house and again it’s just easier for me to have an escape vehicle should the need arise, and trust me, it does. I get under the umbrella and run to his front door, careful not to let the rain ruin my perfectly straightened hair. I get to sit there while he finishes his cigarette and discuss where we are going for dinner. He suggests a local barbeque place which I love but I’d rather not go to knowing that whatever I order from there will elicit some smart fat remark. So I suggest we go over to a fairly close shopping area with tons of restaurants to choose from and off we go.

As we get closer I immediately know there’s going to be a problem. This place is popular under normal circumstances, throw in the rain and Friday night factors and this place is packed! I personally don’t have a problem with this. I’m the kind of person that will sit around, chat, grab a drink from the bar and patiently wait for a table. Bryce on the other hand does NOT like crowds OR waiting. So we circle. Drive thru the parking lot a few times; see if any of the restaurants have convenient parking and no lines waiting. Nothing. We then cross the street and repeat with the restaurants on that side, nothing. We then go back to where we first started and circle again. Still nothing. At this point Bryce looks at me and snaps “Why do can't you just compromise!”

This is not going to end well…..