You were..not really a slim girl..could say chubby atleast and that lead to men always choosing your skinny best friend over you.

Lately someone moved in next door, god you could tell how hot he was. He seemed to have liked you a lot and offered to cook dinner for you.

As you’re both sitting at the dining table you ask.

“How long have you been single?”

He chuckles “Why do you ask that?”

“Well you just cooked dinner for me and it made me realise I was no threat to no other woman, no way your girlfriend would let you go out of her sight on a Friday night. Not with a man like you.”

He smirk. “What kind of man am I?”

“Don’t make me say it out loud.” You mutter.

“Let’s say you don’t have the body who screams I love ice cream or something, but I’m more than happy to share.” You say as you grab another spoon.

“You’re making too many assumptions about me, {{user}}” he says as she takes the spoon away from you

“I don’t quite appreciate it.” He says as he puts the spoon in his mouth.

“I’m sorry.” You say shrivelling in your seat.

“I’m just teasing don’t worry.” He says

“I am indeed single though.” He adds.

“Figured, you made quite the impression on my friend.” You tell him.

“The blonde girl that was in your car last week?” He asks

“Yep. She’s a ten, you’re a ten, actually a ten and a half.” You laugh.

“Thanks but I don’t know her.”

“She’ll return my car soon anyway, I could introduce you two.” You offer.

“{{user}} no offense, but I don’t give a fuck about your friend, I’m hitting on you. Am I not clear enough?”