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Chelsea was starving.
Andy and her were about to go out to dinner, and as a result of her nervousness and her desire to not seem like a bloated pig, she had abstained from eating all day. However, she realized as she sat and waited for Andy to pick her up, this may not work so well. Every day of her life, she had either eaten a ton of food and worked out for hours to balance it out, or starved herself for a day before proceeding to eat a ton of food and working out. It was a nasty cycle, but she just couldn't help it.
As she sat engrossed in her thoughts, her phone buzzed. "Hey, I'm outside your house, I think?" Andy had said. She smiled at this. Andy was always so unsure about everything. It was adorable. She stood up and looked outside, noticing a blue Honda sitting on the road. She opened the door and waved, and watched as Andy awkwardly stuck his head out the passenger window.
"Hey! You ready?" Andy yelled. She smiled, and nodded, before walking down the concrete stairs towards him. She hopped in his car before asking, "Where are we headed tonight? I'm starving!"
Although she instantly felt foolish for saying such a thing, Andy's cracked a giant smile. "There's an Italian place I really like. Unless you don't like Italian, I mean, we can go wherever you want!"
Chelsea thought his nervousness was absolutely adorable, and she smiled just as wide as she reassured him that Italian was just fine. They made small talk on the way to the restaurant, talking about their favorite movies, TV shows, and music. Andy and Chelsea both loved Lost and they discussed, in depth, their own personal theories about different characters before arriving. Andy was a gentleman, holding open doors and pulling out chairs for her, and before she knew it the server was there to take their orders. Andy insisted that Chelsea ordered first, and before she knew what she was saying, the order was out of her mouth:
"I'll take the appetizer of Calamari, and a order of your Chicken Alfredo, with a Coke to drink." The waiter smiled before moving on to Andy, who seemed to be blushing. He coughed nervously before ordering Ricotta Meatballs and a water. He made small talk while Chelsea sat there slowly picking at her Calamari.
"What's wrong with your food? You don't seem to be enjoying it much..." Andy said, looking slightly worried. Chelsea immediately felt terrible, but she didn't want to seem like a pig. She wasn't sure what to say before quietly muttering,
"Well, I don't want to fill up on appetizers..." before blushing. Andy's heart sank a little, before he confidently told her, "I prefer a girl who can eat." He was sick of hiding his preferences, and Chelsea seemed like the kind of person who didn't really care about what others thought of her.
"If I ate what I wanted to, I'd get fat. And nobody wants that!" She said, before turning her gaze back to Andy. Andy was unsure of how to respond, but at this point he figured he had almost nothing to lose.
"If you happened to gain weight, I think it'd look amazing on you. And I would prefer that you enjoyed yourself and ate what you wanted over starving yourself to appease what you think people want to see!" He said a bit louder than he intended, before blushing fiercly and staring steadfastly at his plate. He was unsure of what she would think of him, and he was kicking himself for being so blunt.
" Do you... Really mean that Andy?" She asked him, blushing equally as hard.
"Absolutely. And if you don't think that's weird, you should probably eat your Calamari before it gets cold..." Andy stated. Chelsea didn't need to be told twice and voraciously dug into her appetizer, downing her entire Coke and stifling a belch before motioning to a server for a refill.
"It's going to be an awesome night..." Andy thought to himself as he watched his date stuff her face with fried squid.
Andy and her were about to go out to dinner, and as a result of her nervousness and her desire to not seem like a bloated pig, she had abstained from eating all day. However, she realized as she sat and waited for Andy to pick her up, this may not work so well. Every day of her life, she had either eaten a ton of food and worked out for hours to balance it out, or starved herself for a day before proceeding to eat a ton of food and working out. It was a nasty cycle, but she just couldn't help it.
As she sat engrossed in her thoughts, her phone buzzed. "Hey, I'm outside your house, I think?" Andy had said. She smiled at this. Andy was always so unsure about everything. It was adorable. She stood up and looked outside, noticing a blue Honda sitting on the road. She opened the door and waved, and watched as Andy awkwardly stuck his head out the passenger window.
"Hey! You ready?" Andy yelled. She smiled, and nodded, before walking down the concrete stairs towards him. She hopped in his car before asking, "Where are we headed tonight? I'm starving!"
Although she instantly felt foolish for saying such a thing, Andy's cracked a giant smile. "There's an Italian place I really like. Unless you don't like Italian, I mean, we can go wherever you want!"
Chelsea thought his nervousness was absolutely adorable, and she smiled just as wide as she reassured him that Italian was just fine. They made small talk on the way to the restaurant, talking about their favorite movies, TV shows, and music. Andy and Chelsea both loved Lost and they discussed, in depth, their own personal theories about different characters before arriving. Andy was a gentleman, holding open doors and pulling out chairs for her, and before she knew it the server was there to take their orders. Andy insisted that Chelsea ordered first, and before she knew what she was saying, the order was out of her mouth:
"I'll take the appetizer of Calamari, and a order of your Chicken Alfredo, with a Coke to drink." The waiter smiled before moving on to Andy, who seemed to be blushing. He coughed nervously before ordering Ricotta Meatballs and a water. He made small talk while Chelsea sat there slowly picking at her Calamari.
"What's wrong with your food? You don't seem to be enjoying it much..." Andy said, looking slightly worried. Chelsea immediately felt terrible, but she didn't want to seem like a pig. She wasn't sure what to say before quietly muttering,
"Well, I don't want to fill up on appetizers..." before blushing. Andy's heart sank a little, before he confidently told her, "I prefer a girl who can eat." He was sick of hiding his preferences, and Chelsea seemed like the kind of person who didn't really care about what others thought of her.
"If I ate what I wanted to, I'd get fat. And nobody wants that!" She said, before turning her gaze back to Andy. Andy was unsure of how to respond, but at this point he figured he had almost nothing to lose.
"If you happened to gain weight, I think it'd look amazing on you. And I would prefer that you enjoyed yourself and ate what you wanted over starving yourself to appease what you think people want to see!" He said a bit louder than he intended, before blushing fiercly and staring steadfastly at his plate. He was unsure of what she would think of him, and he was kicking himself for being so blunt.
" Do you... Really mean that Andy?" She asked him, blushing equally as hard.
"Absolutely. And if you don't think that's weird, you should probably eat your Calamari before it gets cold..." Andy stated. Chelsea didn't need to be told twice and voraciously dug into her appetizer, downing her entire Coke and stifling a belch before motioning to a server for a refill.
"It's going to be an awesome night..." Andy thought to himself as he watched his date stuff her face with fried squid.
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First rule of dating a fat girl: Italian restaurants are always a good choice!