Too Fat To Date Novels & Stories

The article was almost done. “Not with billionaires who look like they were carved by Greek gods, they don’t. Normal dating involves cheap wine and debating which N*****x show to binge. You are living the dream, my friend.” She wriggled her eyebrows. She had a point; my date life would be ruined after this. “Well, I guess this is the way of the universe to make me feel better for all the bad karma I had.” Chloe nodded. “You may have a point, my friend. Your exes, they—”

“Mr. Perfect isn’t so perfect. That guy’s not even man enough to admit you were his girlfriend.” He pointed to Dawn and suggested, “Your ex looks like a default Zoom avatar — round face, no flavor. His whole vibe screams soy milk with no sugar.” “Let me guess, his idea of a fun date is, ‘Hey, let’s talk about medical procedures for three hours—let me bore you into a coma first!’” Dawn threw her head back, laughing so hard. “Not all the time, but yeah, he does talk about medical terms and stuff.” Maxwell: “Mr. Boring with a degree.”

"Ashamed is an understatement." He scoffed. I looked up at him, my tears rolling freely down my cheeks. "I never forced you to love me, Jun. Why did you even date me if you are embarrassed to be seen with me or anything like that. You made me think you are the one...someone who finally understood me and all of a sudden you are acting like a man with no atom of compassion and love for me". "Now, I am the bad guy for dating a hopeless fat twenty-nine years old woman in China, do you think someone out there will look at you twice?"

"My parents weren't born rich. I know that they would appreciate someone like you even more. So, if we really were to date and get married, I can guarantee that we will all treat you really, really well." This time, it was my turn to blush. Bailey was really fond of being direct and honest about her feelings. I didn't hold back my thoughts from her either and told her what I thought. "I'm not going to pretend that I'm a good person. I've only just ended a very upsetting relationship a short while ago, and I think that if I were to get into a relationship with you now, in such haste, it would be very irresponsible of me." A hint of disappointment appeared in Bailey's eyes at my words.

Just emptiness. It terrified me more than the rejection itself. “Are you still there?” I whispered into the storm. No answer. My vision blurred again. Maybe she hated me too. Maybe she blamed me for ruining our only chance. A bitter, broken laugh escaped my lips. “My toxic trait is being fat.”

There was a small speck of hope, maybe this time; he would stand up for me. I looked at Leon, and his back felt like something I couldn’t reach. “What are you talking about?” Leon shot a dark gaze at the man who had spoken. “What makes you think I’d fall someone like her? I have standards, and even if I don’t have standards, I don’t date fat girls.” Fat girls… I bit the inside of my cheeks. I was only a hundred and twenty kilograms, and I still looked presentable. “I don’t want her creating earthquakes when she walks besides me.”

It reminded me of a disappointed teenage girl complaining about her useless boyfriend. He shook his head, exhaling heavily, like my words physically exhausted him. "Do you even know what a date means?" he asked, his voice laced with exasperation. I shrugged. I knew. Or at least, I thought I did. "....When you dress up, awkwardly stare at each other over food, and try not to spill anything on your dress. Talk about each other," I said dryly, drawing from personal experience.

His gorgeous eyes could light me into a torch. “I will. When I get home.” “Don’t you dare lie to me this time, Arella. And you won’t go anywhere on a date during our game.” “Look, Skipper, you may be my brother’s best friend, but I don’t know you, and I can’t recall giving you the right to control my life. Do you think I can’t find a date because I’m fat? You guys are all same. You want a supermodel in your arms. You’re so full of shit and ashamed to date someone has a body like me!”

I looked up at the sky and thought, pretending to have a hard time. She giggled. “Okay. Of course, you already know the obvious. Like he’s very handsome, intelligent, charming, macho… the works.” She nodded rapidly. “Sexy, hot, and delicious. I know…!” I gave her a stern look. “Hey!” “Ate, I’m seventeen already, okay?! Inay already discussed safe sex and responsible dating with me.” “So? As if you’ll get away with dating until you're past twenty.” We both laughed. But she wasn’t done with Gian yet. “He’s just so irresistible! He’s really handsome! I wish he could be my Valentine’s date!”

He screamed ridiculously like a child. I covered his mouth with my hand. "Stop it... Flynn!" "Why should I?" "Just stop it! I'm not fat okay?" " Prove it," "How?" "Kiss me." I was dumbfounded. "No" "No?" "Yeah. How does that prove I am NOT fat?" "Because fat people kisses are so timid and light, not affecting and so boring." "Gosh you're such a womanizer!" "No I'm not." "Yes you are!" "You've even kissed fat ladies..."