I’ve always felt as if I didn’t stand a chance with most men because I’m a plus-size woman. I’m the fat friend who tags along and ends up sitting in a corner, nursing my drink and watching everyone else hook up with someone. Many times, I went home feeling rejected and dejected and cried myself to sleep. I was tired of it. I stopped going out with my friends. The office and church were the only places I went. On the weekends, I read, watched television, blogged and went for walks. I figured that I was saving myself a lot of heartache.
I still go to the gym three times a week after I leave the office. When I’m there, I don’t socialize with anybody. I just walk in, do my thing and then leave. I try not to notice the other women, especially those who have the kind of bodies that I wish I had. Then, I would feel guilty because as my mother always told me, “God made you the way He did for a reason. And as far as He’s concerned, you’re perfect.”
I miss my mother. She was my champion. Whenever I was feeling down, she was always there to encourage me. It has been five years since she died from Parkinson’s. If she were here, she would insist that I go out and meet new people. “You’re a beautiful woman, Bernice,” she used to say. “When I held you in my arms for the first time, I cried and thanked the good Lord for blessing me with a beautiful and precious little girl.”
Tears sprang to my eyes at the memories and I grabbed a couple of tissues.
“Are you all right?”
It was my boss, Mr. Andrianakis. He was standing by my desk, looking down at me with a concerned expression on his face.
“I’m fine,” I assured him as I dabbed my eyes. “I was just thinking about my mother.”
“She was a lovely woman,” he replied. “Just like her daughter.”
I smiled. “Thank you, Mr. Andrianakis.” He was such a wonderful man. I have been working for him for over eight years and we have a great relationship. He’s always telling me that I’m the best secretary he has ever had. Before me, he had two. Both of them are retired. At thirty-six, I’m the youngest of three. “What can I do for you?”
“My grandson, Nicos is joining me for lunch today. He should be here shortly. Can you call and make a reservation at Richio for one o’clock? Tell them I would like my usual table.”
“I’ll call right now.” I picked up the receiver. I knew the number by heart.
“Thank you.” He turned and went back into his office.
After I made the reservation, I got up from my desk and went to heat up my lunch which I always ate at my desk. When I returned, a handsome man was standing by my desk. That must be Nicos, I thought.
He smiled and held out his hand. “Hi, I’m Nicos.” What a beautiful face he had and his complexion was swarthy. His hair was thick and jet black. He looked like he was in his late twenties or early thirties. For a moment I was nonplussed. I carefully set my lunch container down on my desk before I shook his hand.
“I’m Bernice, your grandfather’s secretary. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” I picked up my phone and dialled Mr. Andrianakis’ extension. “Your grandson is here.”
He came out of his office five minutes later and after he hugged Nicos, he turned to me, and said, “I’m glad that you two finally met. I’ll be back around half-past two.”
“Enjoy your lunch.”
They both smiled at me and said, “Thank you.”
Nicos added. “It was a pleasure meeting you, Bernice.”
That smile of his did strange things to me. After they left, I sat down on my chair and had my lunch. My mind was on Nicos. Forget it, I chided myself. You’re not his type. He was just being pleasant. I thought his gaze lingered on me but that could have been my imagination or just wishful thinking.
Later in the afternoon, Mr. Andrianakis came out of this office and over to my desk to tell me, “By the way, you have another admirer.”
I knitted my brow. “Another admirer?” I exclaimed. “I didn’t even know I already had one.”
He chuckled. “I’m one and Nicos is the other.”
I stared at him in shock. “Nicos?”
“Yes. You were the main topic of our conversation at lunch today. He asked me a lot of questions about you. He was surprised but very pleased to learn that you’re still single.”
I had to sit down. My head was spinning. I knew he wasn’t pulling my leg. “I can’t believe this.”
“Why not? You are a beautiful woman, Bernice. A man would have to blind not to see that.”
“But most men aren’t attracted to women of my-my size.”
“Beauty comes in all shapes and sizes. Most people nowadays don’t have a clue about what real beauty is. Now, don’t be surprised if you get a call from Nicos asking you to go on a date with him.” Then, he turned and went back into this office, leaving me sitting there in a daze.
The following morning, I got that call from Nicos and I must have sounded breathless the entire time. He was taking me for dinner that evening to a Greek restaurant I had heard so much about. I rushed home and frantically tried to find something to wear. I chose a black dress which I had only worn once. It would trim my figure down. I went and got my hair done. Nettie, my hairdresser was thrilled to hear that I was going on a date. “Good for you, Girl,” she said. “It’s about time. Have fun.”
And I did. Nicos showed up promptly at six-thirty. His admiring gaze traveling over me made me feel really good. “You look beautiful,” he said quietly before he leaned over and brushed his lips against my cheek, making me catch my breath. When he drew back to gaze down into my face, his was slightly flushed. After I closed and locked the door, I followed him on trembling legs to the elevator. The restaurant was about a twenty minute ride and it was a beautiful evening. We had our dinner outside on the patio, facing the river.
Over mouth-watering food, we talked about different things. He was an only child. His parents were in Athens and he visited them at Christmas. He shared some really funny stories about his childhood. I haven’t laughed so much in a long, long time and it felt great. He was charming, funny and highly intelligent. At the back of my mind, I kept marveling that he would be interested in me when he could have any woman he wanted.
After dinner, we went for a walk along the river and I was very sorry when the evening was over. He took me home, saw me to my door and asked me out on another date. I readily accepted and after kissing my hand he turned and walked away, leaving me leaning against the door, my heart racing. It took a long time for me to fall asleep.
We started seeing each other regularly after our second date. I wished that my mother could have met him. She would have loved him. Mr. Andrianakis invited us to have dinner with his wife and him. Mrs. Andrianakis was very pleased to see me and when we were alone, she said to me, “I’m pleased to see that Nicos and you have become so close.”
One afternoon, Nicos asked me to meet him on top of the building where I worked. Curious, I went. He was standing there, the sun in his face and he had one hand in his pocket. When I got closer, I could see that he was nervous. “What’s wrong, Baby?” I asked.
“I have something very important to ask you,” he replied.
Alarmed now, I waited for him to ask whatever it was and my heart leaped in my throat when he got down on one knee. As I stood there, stunned, he removed his hand from his pocket and in it was a little black box. He opened it and revealed one of the most exquisite rings I have ever seen. “Bernice, will you complete my life by becoming my wife?”
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak right then and through the tears I saw him slid the ring on to my finger. Then, he was on his feet and cupping my face between his hands, he kissed me. I put my arms around his waist and kissed him back, my heart bursting with so much joy.
Several minutes passed before he raised his head and said, “I love you so much.” His heart was in his eyes and that made mine skip a beat.
“I love you very much too.”
He smiled. “Let’s go and tell my Grand-father our good news.”
“All right.” He grabbed my hand and off we went to tell Mr. Andrianakis who opened a bottle of champagne and made a toast, pleased as punch.
Nettie was over the moon and she, along with Mrs. Andrianakis and other friends, helped me to plan my wedding which was going to be the following Spring. Nico’s parents flew in from Athen for the wedding. They were so happy to meet me. I received warm hugs. It was a beautiful ceremony. I was in tears and so was Nicos which I found to be very endearing. The reception was a blast. While everyone was still having a great time, Nicos and I went off on our honeymoon which was on the beautiful island of Capri.
On our first night there, after dinner, he and I went straight back to our suite at Hotel Caesar Augustus which had a magnificent view of the Bay of Naples. We faced each other and he held my hands, his expression serious as his eyes met mine. “I’ve wanted to make love to you for such a long time but I wanted to wait until we were married. This is the perfect place for us to express our love for each other. I want our first time to be unforgettable.”
“Me too,” I whispered before he lowered his head and kissed me. I kissed him back and his hands released mine to grab my hips so that he could press me against him as our kisses became more passionate. Then, he drew back and dragged his shirt off. The rest of his clothes followed. When I saw his naked body, I couldn’t contain myself. I bent my head and dragged my lips across his heaving chest and down his flat stomach.
Groaning, he reached up, gripped my hair at the top and yanked my head back, making me gasp and then his mouth was on mine, devouring it. I clung to him as we exchanged hungry kisses and then he was pulling me over to the bed. We were both panting as he undressed me and then, we were under the covers, driving each other wild. Suffice to say our first time was unforgettable.
It took meeting and falling in love with Nicos to make me realize that when it comes to finding love, I have a chance too. Being plus-size doesn’t have to be a handicap for me. And as far as my husband is concerned, I’m the most beautiful and desirable woman in the entire world. And I’m also the envy of lots of women. Still, it wasn’t just his looks which attracted me to Nicos, it was his quiet and gentle spirit. And I know that it was God who brought us together. And I’m thankful to my beloved mother who was a praying woman. I know that her prayers have been answered.
“Confidence is Beautiful no matter your size, no matter your weight. Be confident in who you are and you’ll be BEAUTIFUL” – Pinterest
Source: The Every Girl