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was her mad friend from Delaware.
         “What’s up Kenny?”
         “Hey, I’m sorry about
calling so late, but I was really upset.”
         “Well, now you’re
calling earlier than I like to answer the phone, but go ahead, I’ll let you get
this off your chest.”
         “Did I really turn you
off that much?”
         “I didn’t say you
turned me off, Kenny. I said I’m not attracted to overweight men. And you
weren’t honest about it. That’s what really pisses me off.”
         “I thought I told you
that I gained a few pounds?”
         “No, you didn’t. And
we’re not talking about a few pounds. You are much bigger in person than you
were in those pictures you emailed me.”
         “Is it really that
serious? I’m the same guy with the same personality you’ve been spending hours
with on the phone. Does the weight make that much difference?”
         “Kenny, we’ve been
communicating for three months. You know I’m into health and fitness. I work
out every day. And I watch what I eat. I told you all that. Now, you told me
that you didn’t work out, but you damn sure didn’t tell me you had a weight
problem and the pictures you sent didn’t tell me that either. So basically, you
lied.”
         “I didn’t lie.”
         “Whatever. You
deceived me. Call it what you want. The sin of omission versus the sin of
commission.”
         “Why are you being so
damn superficial?”
         “Don’t turn this
around on me. I’m not superficial. I can’t help who I’m attracted to. Don’t
take this the wrong way, but I want to be the only person in the relationship
with breasts. My thirty-six double Ds should be enough for the both of us. ”
             Kenny laughed. “They’re that
big, huh?”
        “Let’s keep it real. Most
men don’t want to date fat women or women with flat chests or flat butts. There
is some physical quality a woman must have before they will date her. And you   probably have one too. If I were ugly or
fat, would you have responded to my profile? Be honest.”
       “Probably not. I don’t know.
       “Probably? Come on, Kenny. You know
damn well if I were the one weighing over two hundred pounds you would have
kept going right past me to the next profile. You men kill me. It’s okay for
you to have your preferences, but when a sista is choosy, she’s either stuck up
or a gold digger.”
       “All right, you made your point.
Tell you what, since you are the queen of fitness, how about you work with me
to help me get fit, too?”
        “As friends?”
          “Yeah.”
         “You’ve got a deal.”
          Arianna smiled.
She was relieved to unload those feelings, and since she had enjoyed Kenny’s
company, she was glad they would be spending more time together.  

 
 
 
         The drama with Kenny
made Arianna nervous about seeing in person anyone else she met online. Most of
her friends and family thought her experience was funny and didn’t hesitate to
share their opinion.
         Her cousin thought
talking online was okay, but actually meeting someone was too dangerous. Her
sister-in-law knew two women who met their husbands online and suggested she
keep trying.
         She toyed with the
idea of calling her mother, but the thought disappeared quickly. Though Arianna
wished she had the kind of mother she could confide in, Blanche Singleton was
another reason she had escaped Connecticut.
    She was saved, sanctified,
filled with the precious Holy Ghost and a mighty burning fire, which gave her
the right to be judgmental and bossy.
         Arianna figured her
mother hadn’t been laid since her father walked out on her thirty years ago.
The only thing she’d tell Arianna to do was keep her legs closed and wait on
God for another husband.  
         Plus, her mother knew
zip about the Internet.
          She decided to
skip Missionary Singleton’s sermon, and