So, I was dating a short, slightly fat nurse with big titties and a great sense of humor. And she was actually beautiful, in my mind. And owned a shitty Toyota Pickup truck. What an odd thing to feel. I told her I loved her, and she said it back. She was so short, and I was so tall, it did seem oddly mismatched. But every night, if we didn't cuddle close enough, and I didn't hold her tits tight enough, she would complain 'my boyfriend doesn't love me enough, otherwise he would hold me tighter'. I remember when she made me put an Air Conditioning window unit into her room. It was just for the Summer, but she kept it on all year long, so she knew she would be cold enough that I would need to keep her warm, not matter what. I know that sounds gay and stupid, but it was the way it was.