What would you do for unsuspecting victims without them? I mean, really.
So there I am, staying with my friend James. He is a lovely man. A kind man. A thoughtful man.
So thoughtful, indeed, that during the entirety of my visit with him he has arranged that all his scheduled appointments take place between the hours of 9am and noon, knowing well that I shall be (and, indeed, was) dead to the world during this time.
A kind, thoughtful man.
And so today, it was with a sense of shock that I endured the following exchange.
Now, I’m not the sylph I was at twenty-one, ’tis true. Nor yet the Amazon I was at thirty-six, when I ran the Marathon (4:33:09, quite respectable thankyouverymuch). Yet, I am 25 pounds lighter than I was in January and have the ability to take off the jeans I got then, which were skin tight, without actually going to the trouble of unzipping them.
Still.
We were getting ready to leave the house. James wished, as a thoughtful friend, to facilitate my ability to take coffee along with me, although it must be said that this could have been purely selfish in motivation, me being much easier to get along with when I have caffeine to put in my system and a beverage to occupy my mouth instead of talking.
So he suggested I pour the hearty mug of Anniversary Blend I had in my hands into a travel mug and we could hit the road. The problem is, he did so using the following wording:
“Here’s an old chubby. It’s perfect for you.”
raincoaster 
skin tight jeans? hottie much?
Hey, they were hand-me-downs. I was only a hottie if you’re a chubby chaser yourself. Of course, now I get asked why I’m wearing jeans that are way too big for me…
yeah, yeah, but she still looks pretty damn respectable in a black dress.
rain, I feel your pain. I can have no idea why a friend would do that. Somehow we feel we have permission to comment or joke about people’s weight when we’d never dream of doing that for another body issue. I read a great post a while back on why it’s not funny to tease a chubby person (not that I’m saying you are!) I’ll dig it up for you if you like.
I enjoy cyber friends because we’re relating only through words and ideas. The superficial stuff doesn’t come into it…Well, I’m not on Facebook or anything. Maybe it would, there.
Oh dear. What unfortunate word choice.
He claims he didn’t mean that. The official definition of the mug type, which I know because I was at Starbucks for seven years, is, indeed, the chubby mug. And it is, indeed, old.
Yet.
Exactly. “Yet.”
[There is another, less refined meaning for “chubby.” Maybe if you change it in your head to that? Or does that make it worse?]
Worse. Been there, had that.
You crack me up.
Some day I shall tell you about Iwan, the best bodybuilder on the island of Sulawesi.
It’s true what they say about steroids, I’m telling you.
Oh wow, Stiletto is so going to want to hear this one.
At some point she will…at some point…
Tease.
In my neck of the woods chubby takes on a whole other meaning.
Perhaps it wasn’t coffee he was wanting to put into your mouth.
PS I will be eagerly awaiting the steroid story. Iwan to hear it.
Yes, yes, it has that meaning here, too. But I’ve seen his old chubby and Idonwanit.
Iwan story to come later…so to speak. This is what you call “foreshadowing.”
I really must get back to this topic some day.