I started getting close to a guy from work. He was cute and tall with a sexy jawline, about 10 years older than me. We were vaguely flirtatious, but it was more about the vibe than anything the other one said.
I knew he was married. He would mention her casually in conversation sometimes. One day, I asked to see a picture of her. He handed me his phone and I saw the two of them together. She was pretty and petite, but also flat chested. Meanwhile, I’m a thick girl with tits that are hard to ignore.
I smiled and said, “Aw, she’s cute! You like the skinny ones, huh?”
He blurted out, “Hey, nothing wrong with curvy girls like you.”
He turned beet red and I smacked him on the arm. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
He fumbled with his words, but essentially he told me that he loves women with my body type, and he’s mostly with her because they were high school sweethearts.