Renaissance Man
Popping in to say hello
~BBW, Eating, ~MWG - from a shipwreck comes a love story unseen since Robinson Caruso
This was my first shot at writing a work of fiction, back in 1998 or so. Someone was asking for it, so I thought it was time to post it. Enjoy.
Frankly, I could care less where we go, Ted thought to himself. He was tired. He was tired, but excited at the same time. Who wouldn't be? Any guy who was going to go on a cruise and share the same cabin with Jasmine Brown would hardly be able to contain themselves.
Ted just smiled to himself. The irony of it all was too much to comprehend, so he just sat there and wagged his head slowly from side to side. He was dating one of the most sought-after, well-known, and lusted-for women in television. Here he was, an average Schmoe, a hard-working guy who held a pretty good high-tech job, spending his free time with one of the most beautiful women today. He just couldn't believe his luck. Here he was, the envy of perhaps thousands, even millions, of men everywhere, planning a little "get-away" trip--and dreading it.
Well, okay, maybe "dreading" is a bad word. He was looking forward to being away from the rat race of everyday life, of at least a little peace and quiet. You can never get that, though, when you date a television star. Reporters, paparazzi, and fans were forever trying to take their picture--well, mostly of Jasmine, but she was by Ted's side a lot when she wasn't filming. And if that weren't bad enough, he dreaded the picture-taking because of the strain it had put on Jasmine. It wasn't because she hated having her picture taken, though. No, it was for a slightly different reason.
She hated pictures of her eating.
The publicity shots of her slightly-more-padded figure lately had become a sore subject in her life in the limelight. When Jasmine first started on the remarkably (but illogically) popular show "Beach Watch," she was a slender 125 pounds. That may sound like a lot, but on her 5'6" frame, she was that borderline between emaciated model and voluptuous vixen. She wore it well because of her family genes. All the women in her family were shapes and sizes outside of what was commonly known as "acceptable." Fortunately, her family hadn't succumbed to the pressures of society. That's what Ted loved about her family. They were great, Ted sighed to himself. If only he could get Jasmine to accept the same look on life and health.
Jasmine was definitely a member of her family, but she fought it all the way. She knew that her five pound gain in the last few months caused quite a stir amongst the tabloids, both printed and televised. Everywhere, it seemed, she was being ridiculed for becoming "fat." Jasmine loved to eat and she knew it, but she loved her job more. She was desperate to lose the five pounds, but her way of dealing with the depression of seeing her picture on the tabloids every time she put food in her mouth only drove her to want to eat more. She was miserable.
Ted felt sorry for her. Here was perhaps the brightest, funniest, and sincerely nicest women he had ever met--defeated and insecure. It broke his heart. And what broke his heart the most was that he would've loved to see her put a few more pounds on. She had real trouble accepting that fact. He tried his best to convince her, but to no avail.
"So, sweetie? Which is it: Bermuda or the Bahamas?" Jasmine's smile was so full of life and childlike happiness, Ted's heart melted.
"How could I deny you? The Bahamas it is!" Ted exclaimed.
"Yippeeeeee!" Jasmine cried, as she jumped up and hung around Ted's neck.
Ahhhh, life just doesn't get any better than this, Ted thought to himself as he hugged the love of his life--except maybe if there was just a bit more to love . . .
This was my first shot at writing a work of fiction, back in 1998 or so. Someone was asking for it, so I thought it was time to post it. Enjoy.
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The Island
by Renaissance Man
by Renaissance Man
Frankly, I could care less where we go, Ted thought to himself. He was tired. He was tired, but excited at the same time. Who wouldn't be? Any guy who was going to go on a cruise and share the same cabin with Jasmine Brown would hardly be able to contain themselves.
Ted just smiled to himself. The irony of it all was too much to comprehend, so he just sat there and wagged his head slowly from side to side. He was dating one of the most sought-after, well-known, and lusted-for women in television. Here he was, an average Schmoe, a hard-working guy who held a pretty good high-tech job, spending his free time with one of the most beautiful women today. He just couldn't believe his luck. Here he was, the envy of perhaps thousands, even millions, of men everywhere, planning a little "get-away" trip--and dreading it.
Well, okay, maybe "dreading" is a bad word. He was looking forward to being away from the rat race of everyday life, of at least a little peace and quiet. You can never get that, though, when you date a television star. Reporters, paparazzi, and fans were forever trying to take their picture--well, mostly of Jasmine, but she was by Ted's side a lot when she wasn't filming. And if that weren't bad enough, he dreaded the picture-taking because of the strain it had put on Jasmine. It wasn't because she hated having her picture taken, though. No, it was for a slightly different reason.
She hated pictures of her eating.
The publicity shots of her slightly-more-padded figure lately had become a sore subject in her life in the limelight. When Jasmine first started on the remarkably (but illogically) popular show "Beach Watch," she was a slender 125 pounds. That may sound like a lot, but on her 5'6" frame, she was that borderline between emaciated model and voluptuous vixen. She wore it well because of her family genes. All the women in her family were shapes and sizes outside of what was commonly known as "acceptable." Fortunately, her family hadn't succumbed to the pressures of society. That's what Ted loved about her family. They were great, Ted sighed to himself. If only he could get Jasmine to accept the same look on life and health.
Jasmine was definitely a member of her family, but she fought it all the way. She knew that her five pound gain in the last few months caused quite a stir amongst the tabloids, both printed and televised. Everywhere, it seemed, she was being ridiculed for becoming "fat." Jasmine loved to eat and she knew it, but she loved her job more. She was desperate to lose the five pounds, but her way of dealing with the depression of seeing her picture on the tabloids every time she put food in her mouth only drove her to want to eat more. She was miserable.
Ted felt sorry for her. Here was perhaps the brightest, funniest, and sincerely nicest women he had ever met--defeated and insecure. It broke his heart. And what broke his heart the most was that he would've loved to see her put a few more pounds on. She had real trouble accepting that fact. He tried his best to convince her, but to no avail.
"So, sweetie? Which is it: Bermuda or the Bahamas?" Jasmine's smile was so full of life and childlike happiness, Ted's heart melted.
"How could I deny you? The Bahamas it is!" Ted exclaimed.
"Yippeeeeee!" Jasmine cried, as she jumped up and hung around Ted's neck.
Ahhhh, life just doesn't get any better than this, Ted thought to himself as he hugged the love of his life--except maybe if there was just a bit more to love . . .
