I met her in one of many online dating apps, during my first foray into fucking anyone. I was a total manslut and I didn’t care what anyone’s status was. When she showed up to my apartment after a bit of chitchat I honestly spotted the ring a mile away along with the expensive ass SUV. Total trophy wife complete with the mom sport leggings and jacket, event though she didn’t work out. The 3 kids she had made her carry all that weight between her massive hips and derrière. It also didn’t help she was Puerto Rican and honestly she was blessed with thickness in that region.
Our first meetup was really G rated. She wanted to talk about my marriage that had crashed and burned and she talked at length about her shitty husband. It was sheer coincidence that I knew what her husband looked like (short angry) and it kind of fit that he would be more concerned with job performance than fucking this gorgeous fertility goddess sitting next to me. Alas we didn’t get past a hug during this encounter. Why? Because at this point I was at a low self esteem point and honestly *this type of thing didn’t happen to me*. So of course we do the friend thing and move along.