Hi my name is Fran and I want to share how I met the man of my dreams Rich. I am a super BBW and have always known in my heart the special kind of man I hoped to meet and spend my life with someday,when it happened it was purely a case of "right place right time".
Rich happened to see a reply I posted on the Dimensions web board and sent me an e-mail. We e-mailed each other and talked on the phone for a few months getting to know each other and sharing alot about ourselves. I had such a strong feeling about him he is so much of what I had always been looking for, we were friends for sure.
So the time had come to meet in person and see if this chemistry and hopefully passion were really there. I live in Virginia and he is in Ohio and he came down for a weekend visit. For me, I knew from the I looked in his eyes and gave him that first soft girl hug it was love at first sight. Every hour that passed on that weekend only confirmed it.
Passion was definitly there, he is very sexy and handsome. Whether we were talking or laughing telling jokes in the middle of the night, or exploring all of that passion it was unforgettable.I knew he was the man I have always wanted and that I didnt want to be without him,
We are making plans now to be together all the time and for anyone who wonders? Yes dreams can come true!
My side, excuse me if I'm wordy........
As I drove the winding hills of the PA turnpike I had lots of time to think. Should I turn back? Was I expecting too much? After all, until now we had only exchanged pictures, phone calls and email. For some strange reason , I wasn't worried, scared , or any of the emotions I thought I would be feeling. It just seemed to feel so right.
I stopped for gas and food at the last stop in Pennsylvania, and saw a man with his BBW holding hands and looking at each other with total admiration and love, and I prayed to God that I could know that feeling someday.
Looking back I noticed there were signs all along the way. After talking to Fran I found myself longing to hear her voice, hear her musical laughter. The gentle calming voice that eased my troubles away. I looked forward to her e-mails every day. The closer I got to the day we met I could hardly contain my excitement. People at work and my friends took note of the lift in my spirits. Was I setting myself up for dissappointent?
I took a good hard look at my expectations. I decided that even if we things didn't work out that we would both enjoy ourselves as friends, because there was much we had in common. Fran and I both agreed we would be "cautiously optimistic".
So I never hesitated. Nearly seven hours after I left, I arrived with my 12-string guitar and bag in hand. When she opened the door I thought to myself "Thank You God!". Fran's pictures did not compare to the lovely woman that stood before me. When I gave her a hug and I felt the luxurious softness of her body, it felt as if a lightning bolt went through me. We talked and laughed nearly all night, and I'll never forget that night.
Since then it only has gotten better, I find out everyday that we are so compatible its scary, even though we grew up completely different. We are making plans to be together permanently, and as far as I am concerned yesterday wouldn't be soon enough. I once asked Fran the cliched question, half kidding around, "Where have you been all my life?" She answered "Waiting here for you". And I knew she meant it.