Caramel

“caramel, are you ready?” my mom shouted from downstairs.

I checked myself at the last time in the mirror. I have been taking off my clothes and changing into another one for four hours already and I put on my full makeup.

So I guess yes, finally I’m ready for my blind date.

“Coming mother,” I shouted back.

I put my diamond earrings, and took my purse and my car key and hurriedly walked down the stairs.

My mom covered her mouth “wow! You look adorable.”

She commented, mothers always praise their daughters. But for me, I can’t deceive myself.

Well, I can’t say I'm ugly. But I’m a little bit overweight…. oh, to be honest, I’m fat! Yes! But my face is average, I’m not wearing glasses or something. My eyes are blue like cats. My hair color is red! Is… naturally red. I’m white but not flashing… just acceptable white skin that won’t hurt eyes.

But still fat!

And a virgin 25 years old girl! Hello! I tried to swear to god to lose my virginity but I guess living as a chubby person for my whole life was an obstacle to making other guys in my school or in my college notice me.

But because my parents were filthy rich so no one bullied me, I was grateful for that. Because girls in my size always get bullied.

So, finally, my parents decided to arrange blind dates for me to help me to find a lover or husband or even a few friends….

Yes, I was kind of a miserable lonely girl. I wasn’t eating too much though. But I loved food! Fast food. I regret it now. But I guess sooner or later fate would bring me my other half.

I always believed my mother and my father's words, that shape and how I look doesn’t matter in love. And my true love will pick me and notice me among millions of other sexy girls.

My father kissed my cheeks “you look, nice baby, go and get him.” he joked encouraging me.

I nodded “yes sure.. pray for me.”

I waved to them and rushed to my car, I called my blind date on his cellphone. We haven't met each other yet. We just talked on the phone and chatted for a couple of days. He was the son of my father's best friend.

“Hey, I’m on my way. Don’t be late.” I said to him.

“me too, I’m almost there. You will find me sitting on the table next to the door. I’m wearing a blue suit.” he said to me and I hung up excited to meet my date.

Once I parked the car in front of the restaurant, I searched by my eyes for him before opening the door. And yes, there was only one guy in a blue suit. And hell dammit! He looked sexy and tall. Tanned skin. I could see his green light eye from far away.

I walked inside and coughed to drag his attention and his eyes to me. I guess he was calling me because my cell phone was ringing in my purse “excuse me,” I coughed.

He raised his brows and ignored me as if I was trash.

I grabbed my cell phone and answered him “yes, it’s me... I’m standing in front of you now.”

And as if I throw him with a rock in his head. He trembled and pushed the chair away then stood up “are you caramel?” he pointed his finger to my face.

I smiled and nodded “yes and you are…”

He placed his hand to my face and rudely said “and I’m going… enjoy alone…”

He mumbled while slamming the door of the restaurant behind him “Dammit! She’s so fat and ugly! Dammit!”

I was standing there feeling embarrassed in front of all the guests. He didn’t even give me and himself time to talk! This was too harsh! He could even talk with me as friends.

I cried all the way out to my parents' house.

 I ran into my mother's chest “you lied, mother! They will never love me because I’m so ugly and fat!”