Last night, H and I were talking. He's been much more responsive toward me since our blowup...or should I say my hissy fit. <P>He was talking about the owner of the bar, who is getting a divorce. His wife is the one with whom my H had a "run-in" with out at the bar. She really is hateful toward people....really seems to have a bad attitude in general.<P>Anyway, it seems that the bar owner now has a girlfriend, and they had a wreck on his motorcycle, with the girlfriend being in bad shape.<P>H: P told me that R's girlfriend weighs about 350 lbs. (R's wife is a big girl, too.)<P>Me: Hmmm! Looks like with R loosing all that weight, I would have thought that he would have found a thin girlfriend.<P>H: I'm tellin' ya'!<P>Me: ????????<P>H goes on eating.<P>Me: Well, I guess it's nice to know that a fat gal can still attract a new man. After all, it's what's inside that counts...not the outside.<P>And, nothing more was said, but apparently H got the point.<P>This morning, he woke me up to cuddle, and made a point of saying, "I really love my fat gal." <P>LC<P>