Fat Chance

The Meeting pt 1

The tiny cafe where me and Wyatt chose to meet was decently crowded, filled with more then 20 people but less then 50, not too overwhelming. I was thankful for the slight crowd only for the reason that the first thing he would see wouldn't be me. 

I arrived over an hour and a half early, just so I would be the first one there of us two. At least I hoped that would be the case. 

Even though I knew nothing in the universe could soften the effect this was going to have on him, I still wanted to try to make this not so disturbing. So I took two showers within 10 hours of each other, one before I went to bed, and one only a few hours before I was to meet him. 

I decided to shave my legs, armpits, and vaginal area (I don't know why, okay, I was just scared something might happen, even though it won't, but if it does, I don't want him to be TOTALLY grossed out.)

I think I've used more lotions, perfumes, hair care products and makeup on myself on this one fucking occasion then I have in my entire fucking life. 

Most of my morning was spent rewatching the makeup tutorials I set aside to copy for today, and the final result was actually not that bad, especially for me. I didn't do anything crazy, just did a light eyeshadow, eyeliner and mascara look specially designed to make my eyes look bigger and the green in my eyes to pop. I also put on some clear lipgloss and filled in my brows a bit to better match the black color of my hair. 

My hair was now long enough to put into a short stubby ponytail, which i decided to fishtail braid down the length of my scalp. I sprayed my whole head down with hair spray that smelled like strawberries, just to keep the fly aways under control and secure my braid.

I had gone to a few plus sized based stores before I left, and had help picking out an amazing outfit that actually hid all of my figure flaws and accentuated the few good things about my body. 

My top was a teal tank top covered with white lace detailing, and because my arms were a big insecurity of mine, I wore a light wash jean jacket over the tank top, the sleeves rolled up to my elbows. 

I was wearing, for the actual first time in my life, a skirt. It was a soft yellow color and was long and flowy, reaching right above my knees before ending. 

This is terribly stupid, I know, but for my shoes, I chose black and pink floral wedges instead of doing flats, because I told Wyatt that Alecia was 5'7 when I was only 5'4. Even though these wedges didn't bring me to 5'7, it made me look taller then I actually was. I know that Wyatt probably won't give a fuck about my height, but my dumbass thought that was a good idea anyways. 

I sprayed myself down with Bath and Body works "Japanese Cherry Blossom" body spray right after I got out of the shower, then sprayed my clothes with Rihanna's "RiRi" perfume, not only because I loved Rihanna, but for both good luck AND because it smelled AMAZING.

 I put the perfume in my purse along with a few makeup items and a mini bottle of hairspray, because I knew the 2 block walk from my hotel to the cafe would fuck my shit up. 

He sent me a text saying he was gonna be a little late, surfing with his friends (who also decided to take this road trip with him) was going to last a bit longer then originally thought, and he wanted at least a half hour to get ready, so he would probably be a half hour late. 

Even though poor planning and people being late usually bothered the shit out of me, this gave me such an advantage that I didn't even care. 

Of course there was always the fucking voice in my head telling me to be skeptical. What if he was just lying so that I would come in late and he could already be there to see me first? 

So I did the only thing I could do- I was a stealthy ass bitch and walked by the cafe while sneakily looking in the windows to see if I could spot him inside. 

I did a pretty thorough scan and didn't see him in there, so I took my happy ass inside, ordered a large French Vanilla, and sat down. 

And here I am, an hour and a half early for my encounter with my online bae (fuck that word is so outdated and I want to clarify that my usage of that terrible word is TOTALLY a joke) 

Honestly, I came pretty prepared to be a "blend in" ass bitch (as much as a 400 lb polished turd looking amazon women can be) and I brought a book to read while waiting for Wyatt to arrive. 

So I read my book and drank my coffee, checking my iPod periodically for updates on Wyatt's whereabouts. 

Around 2 hours after I had arrived at the cafe, I get a message from Wyatt, telling me he is on his way, and my heart instantly drops into the pits of my stomach. 

The reason why we chose this particular cafe is because it was near his hotel (we weren't staying in the same hotel, I'm sure of it, but apparently his wasn't too far from mine, unbeknownst to him, since both of ours were near the cafe) so I knew it wouldn't take long AT ALL for him to arrive. 

I could barely even ACT engulfed in my novel, I was so busy looking out for him. 

Finally, after 20 long,  AGONIZING minutes, I see a car pull up, and a guy gets out that looks EXACTLY like I always pictured Wyatt to look like in person. 

I wipe my sweaty palms on my nice, expensive skirt (bad decision, it left a stain) and grip my book differently, while still glancing at the car out of the corner of my eye. 

Now, I was totally prepared for Wyatt to shut the door of the car, and come into the cafe, because thats what the plan was. 

But what happened next, I wasn't prepared for. 

On the other side of the vehicle, two more doors open, the passenger side and the backseat door, and three other teenage boys slide out of the car and shut the doors. 

As all FOUR of them walk up to the cafe entrance, the car pulls away, leaving this nightmare stranded in my presence. 

And as I lifted my head to look at them, my stomach started to churn. Because that's when I knew, for FUCKING SURE: there was 0% chance of this going down in a normal manner.