He’s my favorite because his paintings feature big beautiful women, thus giving the term ‘rubenesque’. The only benefit of working in an art mus...eum is having to look at all the amazing works by many great artists. Seeing those Rubens paintings made me feel positive, being a BBW myself. My mom and husband would constantly badger me about losing weight. Honestly, I like being a size 22. If I had a dollar for every ‘You have such a pretty face…’ comment my mom would make, I’d go on a shopping. I smiled brushing her shoulder as I grasped for her drink. “Would you like another one?” I asked to offer my services to her. “Well I was actually thinking about leaving, I’m so sorry but no.” Bec said with a downtrodden face. “Why so early”? I inquired. Bec began “Well my friends bailed, all had dates”. She looked away hiding her emotion about being alone for the night. I smiled and lifted her chin from her chest “Want to hang with me”? My mind wondered as I slipped this out. With a cheerful. "The tears streamed down Bob's cheeks. Another round of giggles burst from his lips, "That's the gift I've given Hazel, the one I am giving to all of you. You don't need men anymore, and with the chips, we'll make it so no woman needs a man anymore. And when THAT happens, the men will look at you as equals, and they'll start treating all of you like equals.Bob's eyes gleamed, though not from the tears. His voice was louder and firmer now, "This is an historic day, an important day. The eleven. Jon smiled and nodded in deference. ‘They have pretty simple gear,’ Jon said as he sat back down. ‘Nothing fancy, just a lot of talent.’ ‘You’ve always been such a gear-head.’ Andy rose and retraced his steps to the restroom. Jon ordered another round and watched her get up from the table. Her friend turned away to talk with someone else. He didn’t notice her approach until she was standing next to him. ‘You like my guitar?’ she asked. ‘Guitar and amp, both,’ Jon said, turning to face her..