Big. Curvy. Thick. Whatever term you use for , that's what I've always been. Pole dancing helped me learn to appreciate my curvy body and even feel sexy. And while my self-esteem has improved over the years, my taste in men has always been stuck in the category. After breaking it off with my latest mistake, I'll admit I went a little wild. But those random hookups got old real fast and that's not how I want to live my life going forward. So I decided to take a self-imposed man break. When Simon Parker asked me on a date, I had no intention of accepting his offer. We worked together for almost a decade and I never thought of him as anything more than a good friend. But my pole ladies convinced me to give him a chance. So I said yes, never expecting my stomach to flutter when he picked me up. Or that his lips against mine would feel . But I'd be lying if I said the thought of diving into another relationship doesn't freak me out a little. Or a lot. I've been doing well on my own. I don't know if I'm ready to risk my hard-won confidence. Plus, Simon's definitely not my usual type. But that's probably a good thing, right?