Like big guys… No, love big guys… They make me feel safe and secure against my five foot three inch frame… I look around… And behind me to make sure he’s actually looking at me and maybe not someone else… He laughs at me… I don’t hear him but his shoulders shake and his smile is big with his lips slightly open… I relax and laugh too… What else can I do? He’s already seen a breast… I decide to walk forward to the unavoidable… He’s still watching me… Talk about awkwardness… Self-conscious right... Sign in to see full entry.