When she likes her man *BIG*
When she likes her man big, I know that ... She likes that I'm done being a gym rat. She likes that I'm focusing more on my career now. She likes that I'm done running around, and that I'm ready to settle down, plant roots, and spread out, both figurately and literally. She likes that I'm done trying to look hot for random girls and ready to have that look of a man claimed by a woman that insists his belly is constantly full. She likes that I rather be happy than worry anymore about what old girlfriends or college buddies think about my spreading waistline. She likes that I've outgrown my 20-something clothes, and now I can fill out a big and tall suit. She likes that I order the big meals off a menu instead of worrying about my boyish figure. She likes that I drive a full-sized pickup truck and that I'm apt to be more comfortable in an SUV, because I don't fit into a sports car anymore. She likes that I have an appetite, that it takes a while to fill me up. She likes that I'm soft to cuddle and can surround her in a bear hug. She likes that a gut has softened me both literally and figuratively. It's taken the edge off my old boyhood ego; it's slowed me down a bit, and made me stop and think more often, perhaps even making me more empathetic. She likes the real me.
