Stop Cuddling with Your Fat Friends
Have you heard the one about the shy college student who stayed on campus for the holidays and was befriended by the beautiful girl down the hall? How each day they spent together, with each playful slap and private joke exchanged, he fell deeper in love with her?
Can you imagine how the hope swelled in his chest each time she told him he was sweet, the smile that lit up his face each time she knocked on his door in pajamas and requested “a snuggle sesh?” Can you feel the crush of heartbreak when her on-again-off-again boyfriend returned from New Jersey and she stopped responding to text messages? How the breath left his lungs the night he gained the courage to knock on her door and issue his confession of love, only to be told that she had never seen him “that way?”
Do you know the one about the guy who drove hundreds of miles to spend every weekend with his best friend? Cooked her dinner and looped his arm through hers when they took sunset walks on the Boston Harbor? Introduced her to his family and all of his friends but only showed her physical affection when he was drunk?
She told him how she felt one day, and he replied that he didn’t find her attractive. That he never had.
The college student in the first story is my friend Kedzie, and the best friend in the second story is my friend Madeline. Like…
