BigJimsWornOutTires
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Whenever I dated, I kept that to myself. You would never see me online discussing such ... such ... um ... disturbance. But at one time, I did need support. I had gained fat mass. I was a twenty-pound overweight walking atrocity—a brutal 19 BF%. I tried signing up for that My 600-Pound Life show. But they wouldn't return my call.
I felt alone in this.
So I started walking.
From there on, it escalated to other physical activities. Then I entered the dating market. Ugh. Women were vicious. The first date was a milf I had met on POF, and we arranged a meet-and-greet in a bar. I uBered; she drove.
She felt my bicep with both hands as I sat at the bar feeling strange. Then she ridiculed me into a meat package. "You're not boyfriend material, but I am fucking you tonight." Ugh. I failed.
So from that moment on, I rallied myself to become something. SOMETHING ELSE.
I felt alone in this.
So I started walking.
From there on, it escalated to other physical activities. Then I entered the dating market. Ugh. Women were vicious. The first date was a milf I had met on POF, and we arranged a meet-and-greet in a bar. I uBered; she drove.
She felt my bicep with both hands as I sat at the bar feeling strange. Then she ridiculed me into a meat package. "You're not boyfriend material, but I am fucking you tonight." Ugh. I failed.
So from that moment on, I rallied myself to become something. SOMETHING ELSE.