Thick Girls Pole

<p><span></span>Big. Curvy. Thick. Whatever term you use for <em>not skinny</em> that's what I've always been.</p><p><br></p><p>Pole dancing helped me learn to appreciate my curvy body and even feel sexy. And while my self-esteem has improved over the years my taste in men has always been stuck in the <em>tall dark and toxic </em>category.</p><p><br></p><p>After breaking it off with my latest mistake I'll admit I went a little wild. But those random hookups got old real fast and that's not how I want to live my life going forward. So I decided to take a self-imposed man break.</p><p><br></p><p>When Simon Parker asked me on a date I had no intention of accepting his offer. We worked together for almost a decade and I never thought of him as anything more than a good friend. But my pole ladies convinced me to give him a chance.</p><p><br></p><p>So I said yes never expecting my stomach to flutter when he picked me up. Or that his lips against mine would feel <em>oh-so-right</em>.</p><p><br></p><p>But I'd be lying if I said the thought of diving into another relationship doesn't freak me out a little. Or a lot. I've been doing well on my own. I don't know if I'm ready to risk my hard-won confidence.</p><p><br></p><p>Plus Simon's definitely not my usual type. But that's probably a good thing right?</p>