(Reason number two: She doesn't look THAT fat.)
Clothes shopping. Every heterosexual man's nightmare. Why had he agreed to this?
She came out of the dressing room, twirling around (very cutely, he might add) in a hideous pea green dress. There were bows in all the wrong areas, it was way too low-cut, and it made her look enormous.
Now, don't get him wrong. The woman was gorgeous. He teased her about eating cream puffs, her favorite snack food, but in reality he never saw her put on a pound anywhere. She was the kind of girl that all the other girls envied for her figure.
Which is why he was so shocked at what the wrong dress could do to that great figure of hers.
"Oh, isn't it pretty?" she asked happily. "It's not very traditional, but I kind of like that."
She turned and looked at herself in the mirror. Her face darkened considerably.
"Oh, but..." she said sadly. "It doesn't make me look fat, does it?"
Those eight cursed words.
He forced a smile. "Of course not."
It was the only thing she bought that day.