This is a different kind of story for me.

Umm... what happens in this prologue actually happened to someone I know... between the guy and the girl I mean. Everything else that I will write is purely from my imagination.

PROLOGUE

It is a cold December day, snow spitting out of the sky, the forecast calling for a winter storm to begin at midnight. So I decided on a walk at the mall, after which I plan to do some shopping and return home before my gorgeous husband arrives home from work. He’s a health insurance salesman, very outgoing and friendly. Sweet, with honey-colored eyes and light brown hair. He charmed me the second I laid eyes on him… and that, unfortunately, was five years and fifty pounds ago.

Yes, I am overweight, but Kevin never complains. As a matter of fact, he’s always complimenting my eyes, my hair, even my figure! Well certain features, anyway. No need for details there, right? He loves me, what can I say? He didn’t marry me for my looks… he married me because he truly cares, and we share this special connection. We both love God, we both love to hike and read and write… and enjoy very good movies together on the living room couch while munching on popcorn and… steeling kisses. Yeah, I am mentally giggling now. He makes me feel like such a school girl.

So, here I am walking along one of my favorite strips at a very large, three story mall, admiring a sweet little baby girl with big blue eyes who is being pushed in a stroller alongside me. She lifts her doll, smiles, and lets out a giggle which causes me to beam at her mother. “How old is she?” I ask, and the mother returns my smile. “She’s eighteen months.”

“She’s beautiful,” I say, and she thanks me. Kevin and I have been trying and praying for a child, but so far, no luck.

“I love your sweater,” she tells me, and I glance down at the simple, red sweater I chose before leaving the house. It is nice and baggy and covers my back side well. I am sure the other shoppers are thankful for that.

“Thank you,” I say, wondering why she finds the sweater so pretty, and then she adds, “It really looks nice with your hair color and skin tone.”

Wow, that was a very nice compliment. “Thank you again,” I laugh. I have been told before that red is a good color for me, with my dark brown, shoulder-length hair and ivory skin tone.

The mother and child turn off to enter a toy store, and I round a corner. Immediately, this blond man with a faint beard says, “I don’t do fat women!”

I stopped in my tracks, wondering if I just heard him correctly, and turn around. “Hey!”

He pauses with a smirk on his disgustingly handsome face. He’s one of those men who are so cute that they look conceited.

“What the hell makes you think I’d want you? I am married to a wonderful man who is one hundred times the man you’ll ever be, you arrogant ass!” Quick responses always have been my forte.

His bright green eyes widen in surprise, and he removes his red OSU baseball cap and says, “Then lose some weight if you love him that much.”

I open my mouth, hundreds of curse words rolling through my head, but decide I shouldn’t continue to lower myself to his level. I roll my eyes and can’t resist saying, “He loves me as I am, and I know that’s hard for someone like you to understand, but he does. Now maybe someday when you grow up, you’ll learn to love someone like that… and honestly I hope you do.”

With that, I march away, the heat of anger still in my cheeks. Why are most men such morons? In my heart, I really hope some girl would kick him between the legs today!

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