In Munford High School I met a girl who I would find was even more boy crazy than I was. Her name was Sally and she was a girl in some of my classes. Sally was the stereotypical fat girl. She was short, probably weighed about 300 pounds, had a beautiful face and always seemed to be happy and laughing. I became Sally's friend and she would invite me to her house quite often. Her parents were also overweight, but appeared to be leading a happy life. They had a farm with chickens, pigs, goats and a cow they called "Ole Bessie".
When I went to her house, Sally's mother would usually be cooking. There was always something good cooking on the stove. Her father loved to hunt and fish and he would often bring back his catch for the evening meal. Sally had a younger brother, but he would usually be off with the boys.
Sally was a nice girl and we got along very well. However, Sally was desperate to meet "Mr. Right" and settle down and marry. Any half way decent looking guy we saw, Sally would aggressively approach. She was never subtle. She would get close, giggle and bat her eye lashes at the guy. She would make sure he knew she was available. She didn't wait for him to ask for her phone number, she would get his number.
Sally couldn't understand why the boys seemed intimidated by her and backed off. She would move on to the next guy, and when there wasn't a "next guy" she would go out looking for him. She would call guys she had seen and come on to them with a sexy voice. Sally did have a sexy sounding voice, and guys would meet her, but she usually would see them for a short time and it would end. Sometimes, it never even began.