Big Girl, By Chance

Chapter Two:

I pulled my laptop onto my bed and typed into the searchbar "Craigslist." I was originally looking to find a small office job, but got distracted and ended up in the personals section.

"Looking For A Big Girl - M4W (South Boston)

January 6, 2009 5:47pm

I'm looking for a bigger girl, who is well put together to escort me to a gallery opening in Downtown. Please be well dressed, have good hygine, and own a semi "fancy" dress. 

I love a woman with curves in all the right places! Don't worry, you will be compensated for your time. Please email me, and let me know if you are interested. We can meet beforehand for coffee just to break the ice. 

Send a picture with your email, and tell me a little about yourself. Hope to hear from you soon!"

"This is it!" I whispered to myself. I love getting all dolled up, and I've always wanted to go to an art gallery. I've just er....lacked the motivation to get myself to one.

I hit "reply" to send an email. 

"Hey, my name is Scarlett. I came across your post and I am more than interested! I'm 5'8", curvy in all the right places ;), medium length brown hair, green eyes, and I've been told that my smile is magnificent. Let me know if you are interested in bringing me along with you. I'm a very trusting person..so coffee beforehand isn't necessary if you want to skip it! Looking forward to hearing from you."

I open the "pictures" folder on my computer and uploaded one. It was a picture from a photoshoot I took part in last year. I loved the way it came out, it made me look so....I don't even know how to decribe it. Upperclass? Elegant? Whatever, it'll do.

After a mere 10 minutes, my email dings.

"Hey Scarlett! My name is Andrew. You are absolutely stunning. The gallery opening is this Friday night at 8pm. Want me to pick you up, or will we meet there?"

Oh. My. GOD! 

"SKYYYYYYYEEEE!"

She runs up the stairs, tripping as she enters my room. "Jesus Christ, Scarlett. WHAT?!"

I smile a cheeky grin at her, and say "I just landed a date. We're going to a gallery opening on Friday night."

I shoot a quick reply to Andrew. "Whichever works for you, darling! Give me a call tomorrow night. 617-xxx-xxxx."

Crunch time. I'm going shopping, even though I know I don't have the money to blow. I'm being compensated for going on this date, aren't I? That's all the self-conviction I need.