I spotted him in the vegetable isle at the supermarket, there was a woman clutching his arm and smiling adoringly up at him. I knew that he had a girlfriend. They lived together. She’s a school teacher.
I’d never thought about her appearance. Was she prettier than me? Is she thinner? Richer? We always want to know these things, don’t we?
I didn’t. After the breakup we had, I was just glad he had a girlfriend.
Seeing her though, my first thought was, “she’s not his type,” Richard has always been into physically fit women. She didn’t look as if she’d ever set foot inside a gym, though she was in my opinion, a very beautiful woman. I think women are beautiful in all shapes and sizes, colors and schemes.
Richard likes big breasts. She had nipples. He likes ethnic women. She didn't seem to have a drop of ethnic blood.
I was glad to see that he was willing to adjust his thinking see deeper than outward appearance. Throw away his list of what makes the perfect woman and open his mind and his heart to life. I fit his idea of perfection but he hated my independence. He hated my strength. He hated that I saw the best in everything and everyone. He hated that he couldn't change me. I have a long list of things he disliked about me.
I stared at them. They appeared in love—the way she held on to his arm and the way he let her--the way she was smiling up at him and him looking down at her.
I was going to duck into another isle when he saw me and waved. I waved back and met them halfway.
He introduced the woman, “This is my girlfriend Linda. Linda this is Kitten,”
I shook her hand. “Nice to meet you,” I said.
“Likewise,” she said, still smiling but her eyes were cold.
I chatted with them for awhile—her mostly. I wanted to thank her for bringing happiness into Richard’s life. I wanted to thank her for showing him that plumpness can be beautiful too, that big breast are in the grand scheme of things meaningless, and that happiness can come from anywhere.
I said goodbye to them. He looked happy. That has always been important to me.