The OM in my own sitch is what I would describe as a cross between Junior Samples and Buddha. While I have been as much as 40 pounds overweight at my worst, I have never let myself go that far, and now that I am another 25 pounds lighter and working out regularly, I am now an extreme contrast to OM. (I really don't know what W sees in him, but obviously he gives her the emotional reassurance she craves.)
Anyway, about a month ago as I was leaving the house, W gave me a good hug, and while she tried to be nonchalant I think it surprised her just how firm and trim I now am. (I know I got a bit of charge out of it too since the hug was a bit unexpected.)
In a way it's sort of funny (and in another its not), but it may not surprise you to know that ever since then she has avoided physical contact with me like the plague. When she's shown up for Church, she always sits as far from me as she can, and always makes sure the 2 S's or something is between us. And anytime we are in each other presence she stays well beyond arms reach if she can help it.
It's childish of her, but its like she sees me as being some temptation she must resist. I try to treat it like its water off a duck's back.
