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Roosh: Actually it kind of sucked, it was a slow night, but guess who I saw at the bar?
VK: Who?
Roosh: (redacted) and she’s HUGE now?
VK: Really? On a scale of 1 to 10, 10 being the fattest, how big is she now?
Roosh: 12….
VK: milk-a-whaaaaat? That bad.
Roosh: nah man, she was having drinks with some people, I’m pretty sure we need to up the bet on her suicide watch, this won’t end well.
VK: HA!, Aight man, nice report, I’ll see you Saturday.
Usually, or better yet when I was younger, nothing would bring me greater joy than running into an ex fling during a night and seeing that after me she’s gone straight down hill. She’s gained a good fifteen to thirty pounds and her life looks something like a train wreck. Extra points if I had something nice on my arm when it happened.
As I get older and especially lately, you get to know some of these girls. You learn that sometimes beneath the cold hard bitchy exterior there is a battle going on over weight, over food consumption. You learn that when life is going good for them, they’re happy, they work out more, stick to their diets better and win this battle. When it’s not so good, the cope with it by eating something greasy, late night or going on a carb binge eating. So when you hear that the person has given in and gone to the fat side, you know everything is not alright.
When this happens I feel guilty for some reason. Like if things had worked out, if we were together, I could encourage them, give workout tips or at least hit the gym with them. I could somehow talk them into going out for less meals and less bottles of wine intake. I mean don’t get me wrong I like a little thickness from time to time but my god there is a limit. But if someone cares more about food than themselves and looking good, if they surround themselves with enablers that like them on the fat end of the spectrum so they themselves can feel good, there’s nothing you can really do about it.
I guess my guilt comes from wondering if things had worked out, could I have made a difference in the end, that maybe there might have been a chance. But then again maybe the person would have ended up just as big with me. Oh well. When you can’t save anyone, save yourself.
Just keep trying dude.
we aint save-a-hos out here . if a shorty lets herself go after the relationship deteriorates , thats her own damn fault
addition : becoming fat or out of shape is a process . its not like one day ur body is on point and after a week of eating greasy food you look like a pig . so for people who become fat , they see it happening before their eyes and choose to do nothing about it
“god I [nom nom nom] hate that mother [nom nom noomomomom] VK for dumping me. [nom nom noooooomomonomoonomonomon]”
Twoste,
I’ll be sure to get on that
Tazzy,
Well she was always a tweener, could have gone either way between fat and healthy curvy
Rookie,
Actually believe it or not I was the dumpee or whatever you called the person who get’s dropped.
Help and advice is what their girlfriends are for.
She dumped you, and this happens? Damn your game is venom son, she had “dumpers remorse” and went on a fat accumulation spree…
don’t get me wrong I like a little thickness from time to time but my god there is a limit.
haha
Vk you the man. nuff said