I landed myself a woman that most regular guys would run screaming from. Her name is Clarissa and she is one whopper of a big woman, just the way I like them! Fat and all that! Mmmm dayum!
Yeah, most guys would call me a freak because I dig picking up chicks at the local bingo hall. But for a guy that’s looking for a huge hunk of lovin’, it’s just the place to find them! I run around the bingo hall, selling bingo cards to some of the heftiest gals around, scouting for massive tits as I make my rounds, checking for rings when they hand me their money.
Then I saw her, sucking on a soda, hand in the air flagging me down for a jackpot card, her massive jugs heaving with each wave of her *ringless* hand and baby! I saw the light! She was massive, she was pretty, and once I stood over her and looked down into that mountainous cleavage, I knew, without a doubt, that I had to make that lady mine.
She fell for the flirting and even laughed at my stupid old jokes, but in no time, with very little persuasion, my charm had bagged me a date with Clarissa and I was feeling on top of the world.
I took her out to dinner, for some nice one on one conversation. She was magnificent, funny and by the way she would flirt and crinkle up that podgy little nose, I knew that she was really interested in me too. But, I kept up with my mannerisms and tried to keep the thought of jumping her bones in the back of my mind, figuring that she probably wouldn’t consider anything like that with me until after the 2nd or 3rd date. Boy was I wrong!