Too Fat To Date Novels & Stories

“We’re not dating.” “Oh,” she stared at me. “So…this isn’t a date?” “No,” I gave an awkward laugh. “He’s just taking me out to this basketball thing they do with friends before a game. But we don’t have to…” My voice trailed off as I realized no matter how I explained it, it still sounded suspiciously like a date. But Mom nodded, her smile creeping back. “Right.” She looked me over again. “You just look really good, Sydney.” She added, opening her arms. “Come down. Come here.”

"And I don't like football players, but I do refuse to date anybody shorter than I am." "Well, that leaves like three guys in the school for you to date that aren't football players, and one of those is your brother. You're like five-eleven, right?" "That sounds about right." "Good thing you didn't say 'dumber'. That would just leave one and I don't even need to add the part about being football players." "You didn't pronounce the n at the beginning of none." "That's not even true, Kota!" "Whatever, but if you're trying to say my tits only look small because I'm tall, I call bullshit."

I asked nosily. "Normal. You're not like the other girls I've dated. They starve themselves to death. Keeps on telling me they're fat. Try to impress me with their petty talk and achievements. I hate those pretentious girls. But you, you're different. You don't give a damn of what other people might think about you or your actions. That is normal and I like it. I'm glad we had this date."

he asked. "Maybe, or maybe I am trying to fix your bachelor self with a woman who has been in love with you for the last five years that she didn't even consider leaving that snow cone shop with the thought that one day you will come and ask her to go on a date with you," I replied. "You are messing with me, right? That woman is so huge and fat. I can't take her on a date with me or anything." Valentino refused flatly.

Ian added, reminding her. “Okay. I hope you’re not thinking of sex because my whole body is sore,” Fatima said honestly. “Yeah, I know,” Ian replied, smirking cockily. She rolled her eyes. His ego needed to be studied. “You’ll talk. I’ll listen.” “That’s not how dates work, Ian. We need to have a conversation. Get to know each other.”

I clenched my fists, staring at the metal ground beneath us. He scoffed. "Come on, Med, tell me—why do you want me to pretend to date you? Is it for your mother, or because of him?" "I’ve already told you." He scoffed again, and this time it made my blood boil. "And your mother believed you? Really? Your mother, of all people, is cool with the idea of me coming to Los Angeles as your boyfriend?" he said sardonically. "You know you can’t lie to me, Med."

I'm still butthurt over being so blatantly rejected last year, and I'm half-worried that Rebel will break my heart. Rebel literally told me I was too skinny and nerdy. She wasn't shy about telling me the reason either, and while I'm attracted to her honesty, it was a little bit much last year. What if she later dumps me because her attraction is only skin deep? Nah, that would be silly. I look like Santa himself. But what if my body is the only thing she sees? Ugh... "A date would be fun," I say reluctantly. "I have to hit the gym in the morning, but I'm free later?"

Kate slapped my arm playfully as I plopped next to her on the couch. Date? Is that what it is called? “I don't think that was a date.” I giggled. “Girl, that was definitely a date. I saw hom look at you through the window.” “How was he looking at me?” I asked, clearly oblivious to him looking at me at all. I am not much to look at, I don't have the super model legs, the toned stomach, the bombshell boobs or the confidence for someone to be interested in dating me. “He was looking at you like he wanted to eat you up.” She winked. My stomach dropped.

‎ “well, am not totally wrong you know, you’ve never had a girlfriend ” “That true. buh , you don’t really have to date girls to understand them” he confidently replied. “Sigh… I meant you lack field experience dude”.. he’s always like that, he thinks he’s popular and all that. ‎ “Am heading out, see you tomorrow” I patted his shoulders as I gave him the best smile I could offer him at that moment and walked away. ‎”Hey! dude where are you off to?! Wait for me” ‎ I have a date with Sonya I can’t afford to mess up because of this dimwit. I remember how he made me her stood up in grade 11th I can't let that happen again.

My only way to keep Peter happy. I dumped the tools into the closet and leaned against the door, my mind drifting to the memories that had brought me here. Memories I had tried so hard to bury. I was always too much. Too big, too heavy, too wrong. With a BMI of 30, I didn’t fit into society’s rigid mold of beauty. And because of that, I didn’t fit into anyone’s idea of love, either. My first date? A disaster. I had met him at one of New York’s finest restaurants, desperate to impress. I wore a dress so tight it bit into my skin, the fabric digging into my ribs with every step.