Guardantares: The doctor is great! He'd be great in a better story! You could even use the device of the idiot ex writing a horrific emo-blog column all about the heroine, but...
Me: Don't look at me; I've been reading a bunch of paranormal romances. My brain is not going to produce anything useful for your plot.
Me: Unless you decide the heroine's a werewolf or something.
Guardantares: *blink*... darn you. And then the whole "he's writing complaining about her weight" is because she's dealing with extra shifter-related body mass...
Me: Is this a world where the supernatural and natural worlds are openly co-existing? "Loving a Larger Werewolf"?
Guardantares: "Shut up! What am I supposed to do-- Weight Watchers does not offer calorie counts for squirrels!"
Guardantares: Although she's going to have to be something else, where the bulk in human form is less avoidable, maybe... and he's so used to werewolves that he expects all shifters to have that kind of body structure... werebear?