Let’s address the elephant in the room: me. A BMI shouldn’t be three digits. But there are positives about dating a fat guy: there’s always leftover takeaway. I will *never* suggest we go jogging. Anything I sit on is instantly ironed. Even linens. HMU and let’s talk Pringles. I have a really cute dog. I realise that this last USP sounds like I’m trying to entice you into a van. I’m not, it just happens to be true, I have a cute dog. You’re free to leave at any time.