It is a sunny and dry Saturday evening.
I am downtown doing volunteer work for a fundraising 5K run.
There I see her: She is a beautiful bespectacled blonde around my age and pleasantly plump.
She is wearing the assigned lime green shirt (as am I) and she is wearing denim shorts that highlight her beautiful legs.
I think she is gorgeous.
By this point, I don’t care what people think of me for liking or even dating a plus-sized girl, but still, I don’t have a chance to talk to her.
It is a shame because she giggles every time I say something.
I wonder if she likes me as well?
I wish I had a chance to talk to her privately because I am crazy about her!
We never get the chance to talk.
I worked the event two more years in a row but never saw her again.
Years later, I thought I met her again but she was married and had a son.
However, that apparently wasn’t her.
I don’t even know her name though.
Like the others, I never forgot her.
I see skinny females all the time but never remember them.
However, just about every plus-sized female I have ever seen is forever burned in my memory!