So you meet a guy. His personality rocks. He makes you laugh. He dances. He sings. He smiles a lot. He treats you to all-you-can-eat sushi. Who cares if he doesn’t really fit the image of what society calls attractive by about 150 lbs. You get over it…because after all, beauty is on the inside…right? WRONG! This is my story of dating a fat man.

Dating an “overweight” proved to be quite a hefty task. And now that he’s left me for a thin Pontiac Spokesmodel as I sit here 20 lbs heavier than the day I met him, I am ready to spills the beans. I will never date fat again for many, many reasons. The first being that bad eating habits are very addictive. I don’t care how healthy you are girls, or how perfect your diet is…if the man you’re in love with is sitting across from you scarfing down a Dominos Pizza, 2-Liter Pepsi, AND buffalo wings…you are going to do the same.

Secondly, fat men don’t exercise. While you used to be that girl who would wake up at 6:30am and hike 3 miles before you started your day, you’ll now lay in bed and push snooze with the fat fuck just because it feels so good to cuddle with a “teddy bear”.

Third on the list is stamina. Fat men have NO stamina. They’re great with the foreplay…when they don’t have to move around a lot and they can just use their lips and fingers. But when it comes to the bumpin’ and grindin’, they just can’t measure up, or keep it up in my fat fuck’s case. And did I mention the sweat??? And not the sexy sweat either…we’re talking gross, smelly, must take a shower immediately after sex sweat.

Lastly, you’re dating an overweight man and you’re thinking (even though you shouldn’t be) that he’s lucky to have you. That he’d never break up with you because look at you…you’re hot compared to him. But it turns out he will cheat on you. And he will leave you for someone even skinnier once he’s plumped ya up. I can’t tell you what being dumped by a fat man can do to your ego. It’s not good. You fall into the pits of depression, where, go figure, you eat more and exercise less than when you were even dating the fat fuck.

So basically, yes, a fat man ruined my life. So where I used to be that girl who would date men for their minds…for their hearts…for their ability to love…now I’m all about their bodies. Yes, I even checked the box on the online dating website that said I will NOT date “Curvy” “Above Average” “More to Love” men. Because after all of this, I’ve learned that dating healthy men will lead to healthy relationships. True? Probably not…but at least I got to get all this extra weight off my chest.

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