Too Fat To Date Novels & Stories

“Look at her! She’s… she’s…” “Fat,” Celeste supplied helpfully from the crowd, her voice sweet as poison. “The word you’re looking for is fat, Alpha.” Derek pointed at her. “Yes! Thank you, Celeste. She’s too fat to be my Luna!” The words hit me like a physical blow. I wrapped my arms around my middle instinctively, trying to hide the soft curves that had always made me feel wrong. Broken. Less than. I wasn’t skinny like Celeste with her perfect model figure and delicate bones. I was curvy—wide hips, thick thighs, a soft stomach that no amount of skipped meals ever seemed to shrink.

“What?” “Were you two ever dating?” I repeated. “Eww. No!” Ziv exclaimed in horror, as if even that thought disgusted her. In a weird sort of way, that pleased me. “I mean he is hot and filthy rich but dating and him? Hell no! He isn’t my type. I’d rather get eaten by giraffe necked hippopotamuses than go on a date with that man!” I sighed, a sudden wave of content washing over me. Half of my over imaginative thoughts ended, the second she said no to them dating.

I was overfed. Throughout that day, Melinda kept bugging me not to go on a date with Lucian, but I didn't listen. I already promised to go with him. I won't go back on my promise. It's just a date, nothing more than that. It wasn't like I was suddenly going to open my heart to him today. And I also thought this was a great opportunity to tell him once again that nothing can ever spark between the both of us.

Enzo's POV I do not have time for women. I am a busy man, and I am not interested in having a relationship right now. I am almost twenty-five, and my parents are trying to get me to date some of their friends' daughters. I know I am popular among the women in town. I'm just not interested in dating right now, and I'm not interested in getting married right now. I have not made the right woman yet. I want a strong, intelligent woman. Most women I meet are only interested in fashion and mostly socialites on their phones all day. Even if you take one on a date, they will take photos of the food and take pictures of everything. They cannot hold an intelligent conversation. It upsets me because I

she began, ignoring my protests, “I think having a date isn’t necessary, but it’s nice. It makes you feel less… alone, you know? Plus, it’s a good excuse to dress up and have fun.” “I can have fun without a date,” I shot back, but my voice lacked conviction. Farah’s smirk widened. “Sure, Eloise. Whatever you say.” I groaned, sinking into my seat as our order arrived. Maybe I shouldn’t have asked. “Do you have a date?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at her teasing smirk. “Yup!” Farah replied confidently, popping a fry into her mouth. I frowned, setting my drink down. “Isn’t that a little too soon for you? You’re too young for that!”

I was finally going on my first date, with the dreamy and hot Alexander Walters. Okay, when I was agreeing to a date with Alex, I think I forgot one tiny little detail. What the hell was I going to wear? I had literally no clothes befitting a date. All I had were jeans and T–shirts which seemed twice my size. Alexander was talking about going all out with the date, meaning he wanted to take me somewhere fancy I presume he had the money and resources for that so I won’t be surprised. But that means I had to wear something classy and dare I say it, sexy. I had nothing sexy and I wasn’t even sure if I could be called sexy.

With that, I got up and made my way over to Zaylen, eager to steer the conversation away from any further inquiries about my feelings. “Hey, Boss,” I chirped to Zaylen, who smiled at me. “You have another date today after work.” His smile instantly faltered. Zaylen let out a tired groan. "I am so tired of these dates," he protested, running a hand through his hair in frustration. I rolled my eyes, shaking my head at his dramatics. "Oh, come on, Zaylen," I scolded, giving him a playful nudge. "You signed up for this, remember? You can't back out now."

I am not sabotaging myself, I'm just done with dating. I can't do it anymore. I’m so sick of first date I feel like I'm watching the same movie for four years straight. That's why I've decided to take a break. Or call it quit, whichever makes you feel better because I don't care anymore, I'm out of this dating cycle. Out. Over. Forever. Okay maybe that's a little dramatic. Maybe not forever but probably for a long time.

“Also, I think I might have a date.” “Oh Em Gee! Tell me everything!” Charlotte squealed, sitting up from being sprawled out on the other end of the couch. “Sid offered to cook me dinner tomorrow night.” “No way!” The pink-haired girl gasped, silver eyes going wide. “How the hell have you managed to bag two dates already and I can’t even get the sex bartender to look at me.” “One, the sexy bartender is either blind or you need to change tactics and two, I have not had two dates.” Camille rolled her eyes.

The last guy I dated thought I was too opinionated because I suggested putting the toilet seat down in my own apartment. Dante? He’s a walking fantasy with a jawline that could cut glass and arms that make me want to sign up for sins. I stare at myself in the mirror. This is happening. He’s picking me up in twenty minutes. For cake. Which is totally casual. Totally not a date. I grab my bag. Apply the lip gloss. And whisper to my reflection, “Sugar. Not seduction. Sugar. This is NOT a romantic date.” My reflection doesn’t believe me. Neither do I.