http://www.huffingtonpost.com/jes-baker/sex-relationships-fat-girls_b_4453713.html
Try not to vomit gents.
Try not to vomit gents.
She calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.
You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
Did you look at those pictures? That's ain't chucky. I was on a committee with a chic who looks and dresses like that. Complete *****. The entire committee went to her house one night to hang out and relax, have a few drinks...smoke a few bowls. She starts confessing how she hasn't been laid in 5 years because men are intimidated by her intelligence. I really wanted to tell her it's because she's built like a chunky, snarky, tatted up, foul mouthed feminist cave troll with a shrill voice and sense of entitlement.backbreaker said:warrior you know you like em chunky i don't even know why you are fronting lol
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.
Robert28 said:Am I the only one that noticed that fat girl has purple hair? She could lose 50 lbs....he!! she could lose 100 lbs but the fact is she STILL has PURPLE HAIR. What does that scream to me? It says "Hey I'm the biggest feminist liberal whackjob of a b!tch you will EVER meet". Now I'm not one to really get into the whole politics thing most of the time, but being around women like this I can guarantee you every d@mn thing you do or say will turn into a political debate with her.
Who could even see that coming. What a totally non predictable shock.backbreaker said:i'm kinda digging the purple hair / red **** me pumps honestly. i could do that. it's an itneresting combo.
This had me rolling.Bible_Belt said:I once had to set up all the chairs for a cage fight in a warehouse. The chairs arrived late, and they were the flimsiest plastic folding chairs I have ever seen. I told my boss that I didn't think they would hold fat people.
A trainer of one of the fighters brought his wife, and that b!tch was huge! When they bought their tickets, I immediately started thinking about her in one of those chairs. I kept an eye on where she was sitting, and thankfully, I didn't miss the show. If chairs had personalities, this one would have been a fighter; poor chair lasted almost an hour. Then...BOOM!...the chair collapses without warning and dumps her flat on her back. Her big fat arms and legs were waving in the air - she looked like a cross between a beached whale and an upside down turtle.
Her husband helped her up, and told her that the chair must have been defective! She stood up the rest of the night, though.
She asks it casually, mid-sip. And you feel the floor open up, because the honest answer is work, gym, and a couple shows you're half-watching.
Women rarely say this out loud, but a man with a life is attractive before he says a word. The guy who spent Saturday deep-sea fishing and came back with photos and a story — he walks in already interesting.
The "22 Rules" pushed me to build a life worth talking about. Turns out the fastest way to be interesting to women is to be interested in your own life first.
Could stop here and still be the best thing posted on the internet today. Thanks.Bible_Belt said:I once had to set up all the chairs for a cage fight in a warehouse.
Haha I thought the same thing.dasein said:Could stop here and still be the best thing posted on the internet today. Thanks.
Exactly. It's not like you deserve bad treatment, but don't **** with the rest of us for not being attracted to it.zekko said:What a load of sh!t. No surprise it's a woman who wrote that article. They couldn't find a guy to give out compliments to these whales, unless he was one of these chubby chaser guys with a fat fetish.
I mean, look, if you're a woman and you're overweight, okay, I'm not going to hate you for it or call you names. I'll treat you like a normal person and I won't disrespect you. Just don't expect me to find you physically attractive.
Three seconds. That's how long it took. Your shoes. Your posture. The way you held your drink. Whether you looked at the floor or looked at her.
She already filed you away. Interesting. Boring. Safe. Bold. Before you even opened your mouth.
Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
So stop rehearsing lines. Fix the first three seconds. Stand tall. Look up. Smile like you mean it. Walk like you belong wherever you're standing.
The words come later. The impression comes first.