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I Gave Him My Number (Part One)

The minute I locked eyes with the tall chocolate man behind the register at Urban Outfitters, something inside me awakened. It wasn’t love at first sight, but more like whoa you’re really hot and you keep looking at me maybe you think I’m hot too— whatever feeling that is. He kept glancing over at me from behind the counter and I kept pretending not to notice, while panicking on the inside. I was buying candles and a pair of sunglasses (all that would fit me from that store), and wasn’t sure what I should do if by chance I was called to his register.

This was (before Robert) when I was starting to understand that a Plus Size Princess can never predict who will be attracted to her. I had been going to the BBW parties in NYC and the experience of going to bars/clubs where my size was not an issue was doing amazing things for my confidence.

So there I am, making eyes with the store clerk at Urban Outfitters with butterflies in my stomach. I was next in line and there was a 50/50 chance I would be called to his register… but do to a missing price tag, I wasn’t. Instead I was waited on by a polite hipster girl who wrapped my sunglasses in tissue paper and sent me on my way. As I tucked my credit card into my wallet I snuck one last glance over to my chocolate cashier and to my terror/glee he was staring at me too and he smiled.

When I got home, I was still thinking about him. Without speaking he had stirred something up in me and I couldn’t ignore it. I wanted to know more about him and the way he looked at me was as if he was interested. Before I realized what I was doing, I googled the phone number for Urban Outfitters and dialed it.

“Urban Outfitters, how can I help you?” a cheerful woman answered.

I froze– I hadn’t really thought through what I would say, so I began to wing it.

“Hi… Um… I was just in your store and I think one of my friends was working the register but– the line was so long I couldn’t speak to him… he’s a really tall black guy with a bald head?”

“Oh, yeah– Brian, he’s here but he’s on break.”

“Okay, um… can I maybe leave a message for him?”


“Okay– Can you tell him that CeCe called. Here’s my number…”

I gave her my name and number, hung up the phone and exhaled deeply. It was a random slightly stalkerish thing to do, but somehow it made me feel better. I was becoming more fearless when it came to men, less convinced that everyone was going to reject me. This was good.

Two hours later, my phone rang with a number I didn’t recognize.


“Yeah, this is Brian, someone left a message for me to call this number… CeCe?”

“Yeah, that’s me, um… hi.”


“I was in the store today and you kept looking at me… I just… I just wanted you to have my number and I figured since you were at work you couldn’t ask for it.”

“Oh,” he laughed. “Well, a lot of girls come in the store. What do you look like?”

I couldn’t bring myself to describe myself as big/plus size/fat (I’ve grown more since then, but at that time it wasn’t happening) so I offered to text him a picture.

“Okay cool,” he replied. “send it to me now, I’m about to get on the train though.”

We hung up and I sent my most recent, cutest, full body pic. I figured I was being more forward than I had ever been before, there was no need to hide now. 40 minutes later I had a text back:

You are so beautiful

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Flirting with Food

“Hello, can I have a tall soy pumpkin spice latte?” I asked, giving myself a pat on the back for ordering a tall instead of a grande.

“Sure thing,” the barista replied with a friendly grin “whipped cream?”

“ummm,” I hesitated calculating if the extra calories were worth it. Normally, I’d be having a plain coffee, but today I was treating myself to one of my favorite autumn drinks and I didn’t want to over-do it. “No, thanks.”

The barista, was working alone and I was his only customer. Somehow while he made my drink, we began chatting and I could sense a mild flirtation from his end.  He reached over to hand me my drink and to my surprise it was a grande cup. “oh– I ordered a tall,” I said, handing it back. “Don’t worry about it,” he replied with a wink.

A few months ago I was getting deli sliced meat from the grocery store near my house. I ordered half a pound of thin sliced turkey. The guy sliced way more than half a pound, but only charged me for a half. “The rest is on me,” he whispered so his manager wouldn’t hear.

Guys giving me large portions or freebies isn’t anything new. Its also not something that’s exclusive to me as a Plus Size Princess. But as I do my best to eat better and slim down, I find myself looking at how much food is integrated into the way I communicate with the opposite sex and it goes both ways, we grow up hearing that “the way to a man’s heart is through is stomach”. I think back to when Robert and I first started spending time together and it was all centered around food.

When we first started talking in the office, we would snag cupcakes for each other after an office meeting. It was cute, innocent and began when I wasn’t watching my weight like I am now. So when I began to get serious about weight loss, he would come by my desk with a sweet treat and a proud smile on his face, and although it was still adorable– I would almost wince thinking about the calories. Eventually, I had to ask him to not bring me so many sweets and instead, I’ll bring over sliced apples to his desk.

But Robert is someone I have a relationship with so those conversations are easy. There’s no way for me to tell the barista at Starbucks that his friendly/flirtatious gesture was throwing my diet off track. I also know myself and if I have a grande soy pumpkin spice latte… I am going to finish it!

Of course there are worse things in the world than getting free food from guys who think I’m pretty, but as I try to lose weight these things stand out more in my mind.

I guess I’ll just get 15 more minutes of cardio in, to balance it out!