not so super model pt. 2

Pt.1 : I blamed it on a 5’11 Dutch model but to be honest, it was his fault for liking Dutch models in the first place. She was glossy and gorgeous and every time I saw one of those ads I’d have to deal with it………

We’ve all known chics like that – Haylie Duff’s character in Napoleon Dynamite – small town girls everyone calls beautiful because they’re just a little bit prettier than their friends.

Well, Miss Van Strudel wasn’t that girl. She wasn’t gorgeous-by-comparison. She was the real deal. The full fat. The double chocolate latte with whipped cream on top. And because he loved her, I hated her. (To be fair I’m betting I would have hated her anyway…….)

We’d go out to dinner and I’d pretend to be thin and love rocket and wonder if they sold garlic bread at the bar. He’d tell me about his work and his music and then he’d talk about the weekend and her.

He’d say things like “she’s rather mean………..but what an amazing smile”. And I’d think Sure, she has a lot of teeth, but so does my horse.

He’d ooohh and aahh over the way she looked in trench coats and piggy tails. I’d have a glass of something sparkling and want to die.

Then one day (12 December….Of course I remember) he got quiet and said this: “I do wish she were more like you, Buffy.”

I stopped eating and drinking and breathing, because what I heard was this:

“I love you. I just don’t know it yet”.

So naturally, I went and made a fool of myself……

Continued….