A Love Connection

The water below the Chicago bridge sparkled and glissened each and every direction as the wind blew gently causing the small waves to move softly back and forth. Anja stared at the water in deep thought. The moon sat in the air far off but seemingly close. It was a full white crusted moon that only added more beauty to the already sparkling water. Pedestrians walked arcoss the bridge feverishly as if it was a busy weekday around lunch hour. This weekend was supposed to be fun for Anja. Instead, she found herself alone yet again. The man that she had met through EHarmony was two hours late and had obviously stood Anja up. He sounded sexy over the phone each night they talked, but maybe he was a grimlin that didn't want to be seen so he relied on chat lines and internet dating to fill his lonely void. Anja had her own insecurities so she had no room to judge the unknown man that she had met via EHarmony. If he was ugly she would just chop it up as simply friendship. If he was as fine as he claimed then maybe this man would be the one. What if he saw me and just walked past like all the other people had been doing for the past two hours? Disappointment was apparent on Anja's face. A tear almost found itself falling down her face but she quickly sucked it up and began walking towards one of the bars. She had one specific bar that she loved, and wanted to introduce Mr. Bail out to, but like so many other times Anja was left alone. Anja was a heavy set woman but she wasn't sloppy. Her weight was porportioned evenly. With her delicious thick thighs hiding the round bar stool she occupied. Her booty was as big as any southern black woman that stayed cooking collard greens and pork chops. Anja had a face like a babydoll with big brown warming eyes. She was only 5'6 and weighed an astounding 230. She was very insecure about her size and she couldn't stand to hear thin women complain about losing weight.

"What can I get for you Ms. Anja Simmons?" Anja smiled

"Don't be giving away my gov'ment!" She exclaimed with her country accent.

"You know I love you hun." The bartender Alex loved Anja because she always tipped good and kept his job interesting. Alex was a openly gay male that didn't have a problem with his sexuality.

"You seem a little pissed Miss. Thang, why?" He had his hands on his frail hips staring dead in Anja's eye's. Anja just wanted to burst into tears and allow Alex to hear everything that's been happening in her life up to this point. She just didn't know how. She knew Alex but not enough to tell him her many insecurities.

"I'm fine baby. Can I get A Cranberry and Vodka on the rocks."

"Sure but not until I get's my info." Anja smirked.

"You better make that drink and maybe when I wind down I'll give you the 411." Alex sucked his teeth and did just that.

Dewayne sat at his table off in the corner of the same bar Anja was at. He watched this heavy set woman from the time she left the bridge up until now. She was every bit of the woman he wanted. Dewayne loved big women and on top of that she had a beautiful face. Dewayne felt so embarrased to even present himself to her. He was everything but fine. His thick glasses and scrawny frame made him appear to be a nerd on crack. He had acne issues coming out the womb. Dewayne never had a real girlfriend and would actually pay women to just spend a few hours with is grimlin looking behind. Although Dewayne had certificates that he couldn't even count on both hands his insecurities out numbered them all. Dewayne was raped by his step father at the age of twelve and hasn't been right since. Dewayne doesn't desire to be with a man but has had fantasies of having sex with one again. This was a secret that he had kept to himself, and made a vow that he would never do anything like that. As he stared at Anja rock her drink back and forth talking to the bartender he just wanted to walk up to her and hug her tight.

to be continued...