Tribute

This is a tribute to large men like me. If you are looking for rhyme and slickness than I am sorry to report that you have come to the wrong poem and I kindly advise that you exit this story and take a walk in the other direction.

We are large but do not believe us to be obese or otherwise a danger to ourselves or those around us. We are simply good hefty-sized men who enjoy eating a good hefty-sized meal and living a good hefty-sized life. And in the rare occurrence where we are able to somehow through some stroke of luck procure ourselves a date we enjoy eating 2 bowls of rich pasta made in southern Italy or a 16-oz steak, all the while knowing that we will be summarily rejected when the night is over and used as nothing more than some sad touchstone to a night of joking about the male gender over glasses of wine at your friend’s house on a Friday night.

We are large but since most of you might not ever to get to know this allow me to tell you now: If you let us we can be at 250 pounds or higher as delicate and caring for your needs as some 190-pound pretty boy who spends his time preening in the mirror. We are not Brad Pitt or Colin Farrell so you’ll have to come to grips with the idea that your rich society friends might not be as excited by your relationship as they would be with Patrick or James who looks good with his shirt off. We can cook a great romantic dinner for you and listen attentively to your complaints about your job with no problems whatsoever.

What is the point of this treatise you might ask? It’s to say that we are large in stature and loving when the sun sets and when the bedroom windows are drawn.