THE CURVE

Real women have curves.

And research indicated that 1 in 10 men prefer chubby women.

I might be one of the "1" but I did not choose "R" to do our 2D Echo Cradiography test on Tuesday, nor did I expect Miss X to show up during my Thursday Fluorescein Angiography procedure with Rudi Gernreich's provocative and sexually liberating haute couture prominently etched in her fat ass.

Both are classic BBWs who remained anonymous with their  N95s that were not taken off even for a reheated lechong paksiw, air-fried ham and all the non-alcoholic beers and Mexican pale lagers in Bakal 2. 

This I did not report in my first A&C team meeting after an absence of almost 3 months because the lanky insurance eceptionist who liquidated my P211,525 Abundance Plus investment was wearing a shelf bra that failed to lift her sagging breasts even after divesting P60,000 for my second MP2 ccount

We feted Inge Edler with classic putok-batok --- lechong kawali from Marquez-Palengke and  sizzling sisig at NE Pacific-Crossing  while the younger Achim Wessing had a diabetic dessert of McDonald's Caramel Sundae and Mang Inasal's Extra Creamy Halo-halo before I met with my new Line Manager for the first time.

I had a bike ride for our 126th year of idependence and got my hair cut before a heavy late lunch of junk food  (burger, fries, pasta) that we walked to burn --- from the bus stop to the hospital to a red checkbook wallet to the bus station, and from the Center and the drug store to the market to Smasher Diner in Bakal 3 to Bakal 2 --- calories that were replenished with a glass of malbec, dinakdakan and ginataang isda as the national and regional convenings were felled by an emerging incompetence that I might need to confront in Phnom Penh.  

A curve was thrown at my professional life on Friday afternoon, the second of the month that I tried to forget by hunting for unripe grapes and pruning ur Garden of Eden after watching Penelope Featherington finally reveal her naked curves. 

But a curve is a curve so I led a Fathers Day bike ride to add to my Independence Day solo, took a bus to Cabanatuan for a breakfast of lechon and pinangat na hito; created a reel about the red wine gallery of SNR; endured a lunch of Peri-peri chicken at the mall, and poured bottles of  Red Horse while waiting in vain for my favorite MILF to appear.  

She's a BBW, she certainly got curves, and she did not show up...