Feeling guilty for having her appear naked in the first place, i offered to walk her to her apartment.
As I walked her home the conversation kept turning to her weight, as she kept letting me know how bad she felt for being overweight. "Your being to hard on yourself, your not fat" I said. "I wish everyone was as kind as you, I havent had a date since 3 years ago." she said. "It can be hard to meet people, my sister hasnt dated anyone since she moved to Seattle 2 years ago. If i was your age, i'd go out with you." I said. She seemed to believe me and calmed down a little bit.
While we were waiting to cross the street we overheard a couple talking. The guy was about 6'1 and was wearing a tank top from a local fitness club. The girl he was with was pretty short and weighed no more than 100 pds. "i'd kill myself if i ever got that big" the woman said. "Yeah she should take her fatass down to the gym and spend some time on the stairmaster." The man said. As we were crossing the street Samantha started to cry.
I wished that the woman had Samantha's appetite and slowed her metabolism. I wished that the man would gradually lose muscle mass and height until he would end up a little shorter than his girlfriend and slightly weaker.
I tried to comfort Samantha but it was no use. She was quiet for the rest of the walk to her apartment. She said she'd drive me home as soon as she put on some new clothes. With how she was feeling i didnt want to leave her alone. I wished that there was something i could do for her.