love is not fat

This Friday was no exception to the rule. At 5:13, Ron found himself walking through the glass double-doors beside Miss Kristin Parker. He thought, as he'd done hundreds of times before, about Kristin's hair. Ron always felt that he liked blonde women and Kristin was a brunette. The same thought always followed. His wife was a blonde. Only, his wife was large. Sometimes she was big and sometimes she was full-figured, while other times she was robust. She was never fat, though. Even in his own thoughts, even when his face was between the thin thighs of his secretary, and even the time she had taken his Tulip and gone to her mothers house for a week she had never been fat. He loved her and fat was never something he would consider the people he loved. He then, as he'd done before and would do again, came upon the conclusion that perhaps he didn't prefer blondes after all. The laugh that followed was the laugh of a man, all men know this laugh, that just realized he wasn't dreaming and he was actually about to get laid.