"Well, you know, a fat broad is looking for someone who's into more than just her appetite..." begins the man, "women don't have one track minds you know. At least, my employer doesn't - you want her, you ought to expand your waistline of yours."
"Your ... your employer?" Eric said, as his mind bounced up against the idea that this stranger had just told him to get fat himself. Heck, he was too fat now, from the Navy's point of view - he hadn't passed his annual physical last year, and was on remedial PT and a supposed diet just to keep his enlistment. His employer? Eric tried desperately to think of any girl he'd gone out with who even remotely seemed rich enough to employ somebody like this stranger.
"Yeah, my employer. You ought to remember her - you certainly spent a lot of your sailor's pay packet that one night wining and dining her. You probably thought it was a one nighter that went nowhere, but she didn't. She remembers you, thinks a lot of you, thinks there might be a future together. But she's got a preference in men, and you are - guess what - not big enough for her."
One nightg? Rich enough to employ people? Eric's brain fairly screamed trying to figure out which date this could have been. He regularly spent a lot of his pay on dining out with girls with capacity... But he didn't think saying, what's her name, would win him any brownie points with this aggressive stranger.
"What, don't you remember her?" continued the stranger, accurately reading Eric's confusion. "Let me help you. About three inches shorter than you are, and I'd guess about 90 pounds heavier than you are - maybe more. Long blonde hair, rose complexion, a scarlet suit, likes to sing ..remembering her now?"
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