Bobby (mostly likely just part 1)

Bobby is the love of my life, I don't think I could put it any other way. He's perfect. I love everything about him, and I love to be around him. We've been together for two years now, almost two and a half.

Bobby and I met in the usual way that couples meet these days, on the internet. I never thought I'd be the kind of girl who would date people that she met online because I don't have a problem meeting people in person. I may be chubby, but I can still pick up a guy.

We didn't meet on one of those dating website that they have these days, where you fill in everything about you and then find a compatible match. We're different, we like some of the same stuff, but we're not carbon copies of each other either. We also met on myspace.com. It was random because Bobby sent me a message asking to be my friend, and then we ended up exchanging numbers. One day we decided to meet up because he had just been stationed at the naval base by my house.

The entire ride over to the dive dinner we met at, we talked on the phone. I almost quizzed him endlessly on what would happen if I was fat, and he responded sweetly, that he'd already seen my pictures, and thought I looked great. When I got to the diner, I jumped into his car and we ran and got cigarettes. It was really sweet because he opened the door for me, and then gave me his sweatshirt because it was raining.

We spent a long time at the diner, talking, smoking, talking. Eventually he asked to see my cell phone, and he wrote a little message on it that said something like, he thought I was very pretty and he wanted to kiss me. We did end up kissing by the end of the night, and we've been pretty inseperable ever since. I really love him