I had a whole week to wait before my blind date with Raylene. In those days, our plant was very busy, so I was pretty sure the time would pass by quickly. Little did I know what kind of crazy week was ahead for us.
On Monday, I drove to work only to be faced with a police barricade around our building. Some drunken nut with a rife had climbed on our roof, and started to take pot shots at the ground below. It took about a half hour for the cops to convince this idiot to come down before someone got hurt. Threatening to shoot and kill him was the trick that made him drop his gun.
The next day we had a surprise visit from one of our bosses “friends”. It was this weird old guy who had to personally hand deliver his roll of film to our supervisors office. His visits always caused a reaction because he wore a woman’s dress and would prance up the aisle where everyone was working. He had no wig or make-up. He wasn’t even trying to pass as a female. The whole crew would start to bust up, but he paid them no mind.
I think our boss felt sorry for him. He would politely accept his film, and send him on his way. Who knows what kind of things he took pictures of.
Our crew was made up of a diverse group of people, all with reasons why they preferred night time work. This surfer dude with long red hair, liked being able to catch early morning waves at the beach, before he slept all day.
A Latino girl liked to go dancing at the clubs after work. She never took her husband. Her co-workers always asked her the same question.
“Doesn’t your hubby get jealous of you dancing with other men?”
“No...he doesn’t like to dance. But I do! He keeps me happy by letting me go out.”
They would just shake their heads at her, knowing this would probably come to a bad end.
Another group of workers liked the night schedule, because they could drink after work and have hours to sleep it off before their shift started at 5:00 pm the next day.
Speaking of drinking, our boss was heavily addicted to Pepsi cola. He had 5 cases of the stuff in his office which he “chain drank” one after another all night long. He was like one of those coffee drinkers who can’t seem to get enough. Some people need a lot of caffeine to stay awake.
I noticed Cathy, the big blond, was coming around my reprint station a lot more than she ever did. I think she wanted to make sure I didn’t weasel out of my blind date with her cousin Raylene.
“Hey there, Pollyanna! How’s it going?”
“Please call me Richard!”
“OK, Rich. Getting psyched about this weekend?”
“Yeah...what’s our itinerary?”
“Our plans! What will we be doing?”
“Oh...dinner and a movie, I guess. Any show you wanna see?”
“How about ALIEN? I heard it’s great!”
“A scary one huh? I don’t know. My boyfriend wanted to see ROCKY 2.”
“How about that comedy MEATBALLS with Bill Murray?”
“Yeah...I guess everyone would like that one. OK, it’s a done deal. But we get to pick the restaurant.”
“Sounds good to me.”
As Cathy walked away, I couldn’t help admiring that big butt of hers. The way it bounced up and down was endlessly fascinating.
I knew she was way out of my league with her bad girl reputation. She wore a punk style bleached blond hairdo and heavy eye make-up. She usually had a tight blouse that emphasized her nice heavy jugs. Cathy liked wearing her old wore out jeans at work that showed off her hips and ass. I’d say she must of weighed around 200 pounds.
Her personality was both tough and sweet. She took no shit from any of her co-workers, but she could be very kind when she wanted to be. I saw this in action when her boyfriend would come by for a visit at work. To me, he was this long-haired, unshaven loser, but she was all kissy-face, buggy-bear when he came by. His name was Gar (short for Garland I guess). He wore the typical “hood” attire of the day: t-shirt, black leather jacket, jeans, and boots, which always reeked of cigarette smoke and beer. I couldn’t wait to be jammed together with him in that little VW Beetle Cathy drove.
The night of our date finally arrived. I wore my mauve polyester flare pants with matching shirt and sweater vest. My collars were like airplane wings. I also wore my faux leather jacket to keep me warm in the chilly weather.
Cathy called and said they were on their way to pick me up. It was just a few minutes before her blue beetle pulled up to my driveway. Three of the four doors opened. The VW definitely dipped to one side when Raylene got out of the back seat.
Oh my gawd! There she was. Five foot ten inches of an Amazon country girl (4” taller than me). Her hair was teased up into a round frizzy Afro. Her face was wide and smiling with little make-up. Raylene wore a colorful top with pleated mid thigh skirt and boots. She had a similar look to her cousin Cathy with one exception- she was about 100 pounds heavier.
They all walked toward me and Cathy made the introductions.
“Richard, this is my cousin Raylene from Kentucky.”
I reached out to shake her hand and she patted me on the shoulder.
“You’ve seen Gar already at work.”
Cathy’s boyfriend cleaned up surprisingly well. His hair was slicked back in a pony tail and his clothes were clean.
Raylene finally spoke.
“It was sure nice of y’all to take me out like this. Richard was sweet to be my date. Hope ya don’t mind being seen with a big gal like me.”
“Are you kidding? He likes elephants!” Gar laughed. Cathy slugged him in the shoulder.
“Don’t listen to him” I said. “I’m proud to be your date tonight. Being with a big girl like you is very exciting.”
“You think so? Most of the guys back home are afraid of me. But I can tell you aren’t that way.”
“Nope. The bigger the better, I say. More to love.”
Raylene started to laugh.
“That is so funny. Cathy, where did you find this guy?”
“He’s the reprint boy at my work. He has good taste in women, isn’t that right, Gar?”
“Oh yeah...more cushion for the pushing. That’s Rich’s motto.” Gar giggled.
“I don’t see you complaining, Gar-lick! Come on. Let’s go to dinner. I’m starved!” Said Cathy.
Back in the car, Raylene leaned over to me and whispered.
“I didn’t mean to laugh at you, Richard. I just never heard anyone say ‘bigger is better’. It struck me funny.”
“It’s OK, Raylene. Not a lot of guys like big girls, but I do.”
She put her arm around me and squeezed.
“Aren’t you the sweetest thing. We are going to have a good time tonight.”
Having a 300 pound girl envelope me like that was overwhelmingly pleasurable. Raylene was right. This would be an evening to remember.
***TO BE CONTINUED***
Great continuation of the story, though did you mention how tall Cathy was? 200 lbs isn't really THAT heavy if she's 5' 8" or so. I've known women who were around 5' and were over 180 and didn't look overweight to me, but like you, that's my preference so I am not critical. I like where this is headed, and it has been fun to read.
I forgot to mention that Cathy was shorter than me. About 5’4“. I’m 5’6”. Back then you didn’t see too many really big women in public. I think the stigma of being fatter than the average person was even greater than it is now.
Probably, I assume stigmas for almost everything were greater than they are today. But I'd imagine every region has their own tolerances... I always imagined West Coast or beach towns might not be the most accepting places for very large people to feel comfortable in their skin. Perhaps living in the middle of the Bible Belt isn't the most welcoming to body modification addicts. But who knows how these things work; All you can do is like what you like, right?
Yep. I was raised in Southern California- home of the “beautiful people”. Fat girls in public or on the beach back then were especially shunned. I’m sure it’s better now, but that BAYWATCH ideal is pretty prevalent.
I always have to convert the pounds to kgs. Not easy. LOL