“You’re such a cute little thing,” James said, as he draped his arms around me in line at the movies.A week later we were walking across 23rd street holding hands.3.) Thinking back on my time dating James, I actually was a hypocrite.When we stopped at a red light, he tugged me until I was nestled against his side, his hand wrapped tightly around my waist he leaned down and kissed me behind the ear. ” Dating James was the first time I’d ever been called “little”.I’m a 5’10 Plus Size Princess who weighs *mumbles* pounds and I’ve been this way since I was 12, so when James would constantly refer to me as little, I thought he being sarcastic or making a joke about me.Most of the time, its big men who aren’t checking for a Plus Size Princess, but for some reason that seems to be okay with everyone.Just wondering: why aren’t male dating preferences scrutinized as women’s?
(see: “Superficial Fat Chicks & Other Myths” for my detailed thoughts on this).
2.) The simple fact is, I date who approaches me– and big men rarely approach me.