But the Lord said to Samuel, “Do not look on his appearance or on the height of his stature, because I have rejected him. For the Lord sees not as man sees: man looks on the outward appearance, but the Lord looks on the heart.”
~ 1 Samuel 16:7
I'm dating a morbidly obese man.
For the sake of this blog, he will be known only as "Big Man".
He's an angel. Really he is....but -- and not to sound vain because I KNOW that I have some issues that I need to work on -- there's just no spark.
In addition to the weight issue (He doesn't know how much he weighs, but after the divorce he started eating "comfort foods" and well, he went from large to "Cot damn!" I'd estimate that he's about 400 lbs....no bull.) there's also, well, "other things".
1) His hair. There is no reason why a 31 year old man should have braids. None. Whatsoever. Period. End of story. In my characteristically "me" way, I think, well, I know that I made it painfully obvious to him that the braids are not a personal favorite. He says he's cutting them next week. I was happy....but then there's...
2) His breath. He's even told me that he's overdue for a dentist visit....so, perhaps after that appointment, some of that will change...I hope.
3) ...well, hell. I guess "that's it".
I mean, honestly, like if I was to be mean, the weight could be numbers 1 - 25, but I digress.
I was once a big girl and so there's sympathy there...but then I have to think about this whole thing.
I know what it feels like to be someone's "option" and I totally don't want to do that to him. For real.
But in a way I feel "off the hook" for it because I told him from jump that I wasn't sure whether or not I was ready for a relationship. With that being said, he's since proclaimed that he's determined to win me over.
...I just don't know. Minus 225 pounds, plus a haircut and a dentist visit, we just might have something that's close to a spark....but hell, I've had the "wet matches" syndrome before (with a doctor!...a friggin' DOCTOR!!!) and even his status, his house, his Lexus and his involvement in church couldn't save that relationship.
Sparks are important...but time will tell.
In the end, regardless, I'll have to go with my heart.
~ 1 Samuel 16:7
I'm dating a morbidly obese man.
For the sake of this blog, he will be known only as "Big Man".
He's an angel. Really he is....but -- and not to sound vain because I KNOW that I have some issues that I need to work on -- there's just no spark.
In addition to the weight issue (He doesn't know how much he weighs, but after the divorce he started eating "comfort foods" and well, he went from large to "Cot damn!" I'd estimate that he's about 400 lbs....no bull.) there's also, well, "other things".
1) His hair. There is no reason why a 31 year old man should have braids. None. Whatsoever. Period. End of story. In my characteristically "me" way, I think, well, I know that I made it painfully obvious to him that the braids are not a personal favorite. He says he's cutting them next week. I was happy....but then there's...
2) His breath. He's even told me that he's overdue for a dentist visit....so, perhaps after that appointment, some of that will change...I hope.
3) ...well, hell. I guess "that's it".
I mean, honestly, like if I was to be mean, the weight could be numbers 1 - 25, but I digress.
I was once a big girl and so there's sympathy there...but then I have to think about this whole thing.
I know what it feels like to be someone's "option" and I totally don't want to do that to him. For real.
But in a way I feel "off the hook" for it because I told him from jump that I wasn't sure whether or not I was ready for a relationship. With that being said, he's since proclaimed that he's determined to win me over.
...I just don't know. Minus 225 pounds, plus a haircut and a dentist visit, we just might have something that's close to a spark....but hell, I've had the "wet matches" syndrome before (with a doctor!...a friggin' DOCTOR!!!) and even his status, his house, his Lexus and his involvement in church couldn't save that relationship.
Sparks are important...but time will tell.
In the end, regardless, I'll have to go with my heart.
