Last night, we had some of our favorite friends over for dessert. Now, for some reason, we are surrounded by friends who are the fit, athletic type. Of course, I’m allergic to activity, period.
In a prior conversation, the “fit” wife mentioned that she had never gotten along with a non-athletic person as well as she gets along with me, before. (That’s code for, “you are my first fat friend.”)
Keeping this in mind, here’s an excerpt from our conversation:
- Fit Guy: “So how do you like the new mini-van?”
- Allison: “It’s ok, but isn’t sporty enough. Your car is sporty.”
- Fit Guy: “Are you kidding me?”
- Dave: “Yeah, I drove a car like yours to my senior prom. I think it is pretty sporty”
- Fit Girl: “You took a date to the prom?”
- Dave: “Yeah, heavy people have dates too… Of course she had to do it as part of her community service hours. Or maybe it was a dare or something.”
- Everyone but Dave: Multiple rounds of laughter.
- Dave: Cries on the inside.
That was fantastic! Her name was Misty and she was a lovely young lady, and NO, I wasn’t related to her!
This whole “fat friend” thing takes some getting used to. :-)
