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When i first turned 19, I chatted with the most gorgeous woman who has ever given me attention to date. 6’4”, 590lbs, voice like an angel. She lived too far and we fell out of contact because of time and the age gap. I think about her from time to time. She lost a whole lighter in her bellybutton for weeks. Weeks!!!
That one experience must have convinced me to keep trying when I shouldn’t, because every person I’ve talked to on there since has been a tremendous letdown. Eight years off and on. Fun stories, zero success. Talked to and got to know Vanilla when I was younger, before she got into modeling. She’s the best. I’m glad it all worked out for her.
Nobody is looking for anything serious. Anyone big enough who is, isn’t coming from somewhere mentally stable enough to maintain that. Sad, isn’t it? If you have enough dignity to keep your face off your profile, they don’t like that. They don’t like desperation, but there’s nothing more desperate in a guy than a profile with his face on it and a lot of them don’t understand this. Obviously you don’t bother buying pussy, unless that’s your thing. Sex workers on Feabie for some reason are like the meanest, most dislikable crop of sex workers. Can’t wrap my head around it. Don’t know why you’d bother. Just meet someone at a cosplay convention or something. Fuck.
I met one girl, on the taller side maybe three years ago who could barely fit in her own car. There was chemistry but no real connection between us so I figured she’d at least let me hit for the trouble. A mismatch of expectations turned out to be the culprit. It took some time to find out that I wasn’t in the wrong by having apprehensions and wanting to take it slow, as opposed to committing myself entirely to being the instant boyfriend of a girl I met that night, who I knew virtually nothing about, because she wanted it. Her staunch sense of entitlement and overeagerness to burden a total stranger with late game romantic pursuits turned me off, which sucked because her naïveté really worked for me. You’re actually supposed to properly vet the people you’re dating to marry if you’re dating to marry, judgment calls and whatnot. You also have to be hot enough to not have the other person worry about this. I found out she was nuts some time after we stopped talking. She’s happily married to some other guy now. Its plenty of losers out there who go for that. It’s your competition, if you want to be “in competition” with that type of thing.
Since then I’ve had middling success on the apps. Most meaningless flings were from Tinder (great sex), most dates that went nowhere were from Hinge (interesting people). Bumble people don’t even want to be on there, and you can tell by the way they message you—the fact that they’re even on that app sickens them (shit, me too). They’re miserable and not particularly fat either. Feabie’s really the worst of it though. Anyone saying they get on there and nothing changes is right.
You’ll find somebody, we all will. But not there. I’d say most of the eligible women there are just looking for reasons to be upset. They certainly aren’t looking for anything more substantial than a hit of male attention every now and again. Having read all this fascistic rightoid cope nonsense, maybe I don’t blame them. If there’s a Hayley out there for me, that isn’t how I would be talking about her.
I can’t say the feeling of frustration isn’t lost on me. It’s gotten so much worse out there. All over. That’s okay though. You only need to get lucky once!