Back 200 years ago in my early 20’s, I vaguely remember living life as an alcoholic party animal. There was a big girl who had her eyes on me like I was a pizza. Apparently, she used to drive by where I lived on a very regular basis and even looked through my bedroom windows all the time. How the hell was a girl that big so ninja like? I don’t know. I hung out with her on occasion and she bought me liquor all the time so we had a healthy relationship.
At this time I did have a roommate as well. One night she knocked on my door when he was gone. I let her in for some reason and one thing led to another. Unless you’re into BBW porn you won’t be interested in the details. Shortly after this while we were still in the bedroom my roommate came home. With obvious disregard for my privacy, he came barging into my bedroom like “What’s up!”.
For the record, my group of friends commonly poked fun at this girl because I worked with her and they knew she was crushing on me. That must of had a lot to do with the look on this poor guys face when he walked into my bedroom and realized what just happened. I would describe it as a cross between pure disappointment, hurt, horror and throwing up in your mouth. He just looked at me telepathically asking me “Why man, WHY?”. This is my story of a “Stage 5 Clinger” turning into a “Fat chick laid”. The shame I feel is real.