LOVE LIFE OF A CHUBBY GUY

Love, it can be something nice if you find someone special who understands you in ways that you yourself doesn’t understand yourself. There’s a saying which says that you Love can never be love until you give it to someone. I was in search of love since the age of 13 I remember back then in my eighth grade I would write letters in search of a pen pal or pen friend sometimes girls from girls school would write a letter full of there name looking for pen friends. To be honest I always hoped that the friendship would mature to be something more that the mare friendship especially if the girl was cute. But whenever I had a pen friend it would get sabotaged by someone, he would either spread false rumors about me so that she loses interest in me or he will do that and propose to her instead. This made me really angry but again u don’t force love. It made me question my whole being if there was something wrong. A lot of questions came to my mind that I lost confidence in myself such that I believed that there wasn’t someone for me even reaching the extent of counting my ribs coz I felt that maybe I had all my ribs maybe that’s why I couldn’t find love.

I envied my colleagues especially those who had more than one girlfriend, I wondered how they managed to have more than one when I couldn’t get to have one girl in my life until one day I decided to propose to one I really liked and as usual, you can guess what happened she rejected my proposal saying that she liked what we had as friends and that she was dating someone, if she wasn’t dating someone she would definitely date me. Although I was rejected I felt a bit nice about myself but two weeks later I discovered that she lied to me about her dating someone. How did I know? You might ask. I remember it was an afternoon on Thursday I wanted to go for a walk with my friends but mum asked me to water the garden and while I was watering the vegetables I head some voices chattering outside the grass fence of the garden, one of the voices seemed very familiar it was  Veronica with her friend Rita. Veronica explicitly told her friend Rita that she couldn’t tell me the truth because she didn’t me to feel bad so she gave me a pitiful rejection so that I wouldn’t Barry myself in self pity. He is cute though he is chubby I like strong tall guys like James she said. Who is James? Well James was a rich kid who had almost everything I wanted to have, money, good fashion sense, nice body type not that I admired him I admired his taste in things he wasn’t the average kind of kind like I was women would fight over him, I mean who wouldn’t want that. So when I heard what Veronica said I was heart broken but then I understood that it was only natural for a girl to feel like that. Surprisingly Rita said the opposite of what Veronica said she said that she liked chubby boys but not poor ones like me. You can imagine the questions I asked myself