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I hate fat gross men hitting on me
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The Cute Little Brown-haired girl
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May 15, 2008 05:26PM
Why do fat men hit on me? All I can say is EEEWwwww. I put my pic on a single's site and EVERY SINGLE ONE of the guys who replied to my ad were big, grossly overweight, borderline morbidly obese and wanted to have sex. Yuck! Blech! Gross! Barf!!
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2nd post on how you hate guys hittin' on you. Get thee to a nunnery.
Ok so far we got married men hitting on you… and fat ugly gross men… Have you ever stop to think that maybe you have something that attracts this kind of men?? Maybe you smell like comfort breakfast??? You know that greasy food you eat after you did something horrible the night before?
I'm actually curious what the title of Part III will be:I hate men under 5'3'' hitting on me
I hate men from Oklahoma hitting on me
I hate men who cry during Field of Dreams hitting on me
I hate men who spend inordinate amounts of time on GoodReads hitting on me
To be continued....
Donna! Bingo! 1973. You gotta love a shirt whose collar is bigger than your head :) This is pretty much where any hope of being fashion savvy ended for me....
The one that always threw me was Mary McDonnell or whatever her name is in Dances with Wolves. Totally torpedoed that movie. There she was supposed to be a Native American woman and she's wearing my mom's hairdo!
Could we see a link to that singles site? Maybe there's something in your post that screams, "Hey, Lard Ass...Yeah, You! Come Talk Dirty To Me With a Mouth Full of Twinkies!"
We'll be happy to critique your profile, if you wish, and get you on your way to fulfilling your dreams of meeting that handsome fella you've pined for.
We're here for ya, Jill.
We'll be happy to critique your profile, if you wish, and get you on your way to fulfilling your dreams of meeting that handsome fella you've pined for.
We're here for ya, Jill.
Hey, Donna, do you mean like Han Solo wearing bell-bottoms. Hey, it's a long, long time ago in galaxy far, far away, not the 1970's. Am I right?
Now I love Audrey Hepburn...but her frikkin hair in the awful Robin And Marion was...beyond awful. A perm in the middle ages? Please...don't know who's to blame for that one. I still have nightmares.
There is something, though, about having expectations that you'll be hit on by guys in your own league. I had this horrible experience recently where I went out to a quiet, empty bar with a book. I read for a while, had a nice cheeseburger and a pint of double IPA, and then this guy (I know I've told this story) sat down, rather Aspergers-y, couldn't take a hint, slobby-fat with the icky soft damp too-delicate hands and the limp one-wiggle handshake, told me he was loaded (he was, but he meant money), guessed I was 26 (gee thanks) and told me he was 40 (but ick), and then got kind of angry when I wasn't interested. And I was pretty gentle about it.After an experience like that, sometimes I go home thinking, "oh shit, what about me made him think I was in his league? I mean, I know I need a haircut, but I can't possibly look so dumpy as to attract the mildly retarded marshmallow, right?"
What are you doing, expecting to read a book in a bar? lolBut yes, when I was a teen I always got the losers after me. And can I say when you're a teen you most definitely do not want to be categorized as a loser by association? But I bet those "losers" turned out to be great guys when they hit their stride.
Any guy that infringes on my space and then doesn't get the hint is just yuck. I don't go to bars and such anymore, but I'm at the dog park most days, and while I always try to be kind, it's a bummer when some guy starts up a conversation who is so incredibly boring, and follows me all around as I try to shake them off.
ack,Donna. Sounds like you were hit on by Ignatius Reilly. Did he mention how much he liked his donuts?
You're cute, Jill. I think I'll hit on you in the future as well. First I gotta gain 60 lbs. and take nose picking classes though.
You resent this whole thread? What about our little side excursion into Star Wars and Star Trek? As a fat, gross man you gotta be a fan of one or the other. [Sticks my fat gross palm up for a high five.] Don't leave me hanging.
All of your responses are funny, even the ones that are jabs at me. But here's the thing: I am talking about when Jabba the Hut hits on Princess Lieah, I mean, was SHE "putting out a vibe" that made Jabba just have to have her? Well, yes, silly!! It is the SAME vibe she is putting out to Hans Solo but he is too much of a dork to pay attention (and in that movie we were wondering why Luke never really took the bait...then we find out they are related, so, ok, incest is not cool.) All I am saying is that I am a free single adult woman and I don't want Jabba to hit on me. It is like if you are the girl that is kinda smart, and kinda pretty all the fat boys and nerds flock to you if you are nice to them. And THAT is precisely the thing--I am a NICE person!! I don't get all bitchy just because of how they look. So they see that as acceptence and then start drooling all over me, and that is when I hate it!!! I am being a decent person and being nice to you, but it doesn't mean I want to do the nasty with Jabba. Just thought I would clarify.
Wow. How's this for a jab? You come accross as a mean spirited and shallow person. Do you want to be commended for being nice (in person) to people you don't find attactive? Why don't you pony up to your apparent nature and just list a preference for trim men OR flat out state that you don't want to date overweight people? It would save them and you (and us) grief.
Just clarifying that I am not a bitch to people who hit on me that I am not interested in. I have a difficult time believing that all the men here are cool with a grossly morbidly overweight greasy haired, snaggle-toothed woman hitting on them? I just don't like overweight, bald, and icky toothed men trying to get me to go out with them. I respectfully decline. If you eat healthy, exercise, and take care of your body, why in hell would you even be interested in someone who clearly is not? As for the ad, yeah, I stated pretty clearly "no fatties!" and yet, men's view of what is fat and what is fit seems terribly warped! It is a Darwinian thing maybe? Just sayin' I am not a mean person if someone shows me that they are interested. Friends is a good thing,...doing the nasty with Jabba? Uhmmmm, no.
I don't want a trophy for being nice, this is a Hate Club, remember?
Hey, as a man slowly dissipating into fat bastardry, I say don't go hating on us fatties. Remember, more bounce to the ounce!
We are not talking about a nice/mean binary. I simply find your observations and comments shallow and cruel without bringing anything interesting to the discourse. Is a thread about farts crass and most likely going to lead nowhere? Sure, but I would rather read something that is crude and silly than someone whinging about getting hit on by "fatties".
And I am sure you, oh reader of the Haters Club, and therefore the person to dictate what is written here, are in fact, the orginator of the Jerk Fart!!!The Jerk Fart - The Jerk Fart is a fart by a jerk who smirks, smiles, grins, and points to himself in case you missed it. It is usually a single-noted, off-key, fading away, sort of whistle fart, altogether pitiful, but the jerk will act as if he has just farted the Biggest Fart in the World Fart.
I don't know Jill, I think your question about men speaks volumes about why you are having problems in the "man department". Fit frat boys might have a problem with a grossly morbidly overweight greasy haired, snaggle-toothed woman hitting on them, but that would depend a lot on how much their friends say and how much they have had to drink that night. Let's face it though, a man by himself just out looking around for a chick in a lot of cases might find hooking up with the same woman acceptable. And in some cases he could find himself calling her up for a date at another time if he spent some time talking to her and he isn't a total ass.If you have issue with people you deem to be unacceptable in the looks department contacting you for a date or hooking up via an internet dating site then I would recommend trying to find a date the good old fashioned way. Go to a bar in a really short skirt and a pair of heels with a bunch of girlfriends, get really trashed and giggle a lot. Yell loudly numerous times when you are around the guys you find acceptable how trashed you are. I'm sure some fit stud will take this as a cue.
So what the hell's wrong with the Jerk Fart?
Oh, Jill, me think you are just too dainty. What you're looking for is the Perfect Boyfriend, the man who shares your tastes for fine wine, and will hold your purse while you go try on all those clothes at Nordstrom.
Hint: he doesn't exist. And if he does, he probably cuts the Jerk Fart more than you realize.
Oh, Jill, me think you are just too dainty. What you're looking for is the Perfect Boyfriend, the man who shares your tastes for fine wine, and will hold your purse while you go try on all those clothes at Nordstrom.
Hint: he doesn't exist. And if he does, he probably cuts the Jerk Fart more than you realize.
Dear Haters,You have convinced me that I am a shallow and short sided female. Because of your experience and insight, I have decided to only date fat slobs. If they are bald and have smooth pudgy hands, even better!! Alright you fabulous fatties, hit me up for a date. All the fit and health food eating men who work out,....you apparently are a figment of my imagination.
Whew! So glad all you guys were so kind to point out that someone like me just needs to lower her standards and be with a glob of a man. I just know I will be so much happier.
Oh, and as for Nordstrom...I used to work their and they suck. The girls are all bitchy and the clothes are overpriced. Never set foot in there again after I quit. :) But you, if you need your shoes, by all means GO!!!
Oh, Donna. You are always you. Delightful!
That's the spirit, Jill. You've now learned a valuable lesson: lowering your expectations means you won't be so let down when those lowered expectations blow up in your face.
my expectations of people on this board could not be any lower than they already are. But since you blew a Jerk Fart in my direction--which I smelled over and over and deeply inhaled by the way, I figure that it is wise to say that you are more than likely a fat slob of a man who could knit a sweater with the lint in your bellybutton. And Donna, you gorgeous creature you,...I hope that pimple on your ass doesn't hurt too much sweetie, it would be a shame to think that you can't get someone to pop it for you.
Sometimes the internet just comes out of nowhere and confuses me. I think it's why I keep coming back to it.
Now some might argue "fat and morbidly obese" is a redundancy, but poor grammar seems to be the least of your problems.
I don't know whether to rip Jill a new one or declare my platonic love for her.
I may have to dwell on this for a bit. Be right back.
I may have to dwell on this for a bit. Be right back.
Good point. I like being decisive, though.
I can't figure this girl out.And by the way, my husband is far from being in shape. He's got that typical middle-aged spread. Altho he is definitely not obese. Even tho my kid calls him Mr. Obese Man. Haha he hates that!
You too may get chunky in your middle age. Ya never know.
Okay, it's official: Jill rocks my world. Give her credit for her persistence, 'cause it's gettin' her places.
Awrighty, I'll speak on behalf of my missus, who has to share a bed with my tubby ass on a nightly basis. We have a LOT of sex - noteworthy considering we're the parents of a 10-month-old girl. Yeah, the sex is mind-blowing, because we know what turns each other on. It's not your average suck-and-fuck, thank you. Sure, I could drag my ass to the gym and sweat the weight off, but I don't feel like it, and my wife has never made an issue of me being overweight. In fact, she's told me many times that she didn't think I looked healthy when I was much thinner. I disagree, but, hey, I'm not going to tell the woman I love otherwise.
Awrighty, I'll speak on behalf of my missus, who has to share a bed with my tubby ass on a nightly basis. We have a LOT of sex - noteworthy considering we're the parents of a 10-month-old girl. Yeah, the sex is mind-blowing, because we know what turns each other on. It's not your average suck-and-fuck, thank you. Sure, I could drag my ass to the gym and sweat the weight off, but I don't feel like it, and my wife has never made an issue of me being overweight. In fact, she's told me many times that she didn't think I looked healthy when I was much thinner. I disagree, but, hey, I'm not going to tell the woman I love otherwise.
Gus, you are maybe one of the only honest people here. Kudos for your lovemaking and bravo for rockin your wife's world! Fat or not, we all need love. I just prefer, for myself, fit and exercising and non-junkfood eating love is all
Jill, I think everyone here is honest, even you. You're honest enough to acknowledge what you prefer. Some might think of it as shallow. I think of it as "narrowing my choices".
Like, for example, I couldn't stand dating women much, much shorter than me. I'm 6'3". It sucks having to bend down to kiss a woman 5'1" tall. My back hurts. I whine a lot. Give me at least 5'7", and I'm happy. My back will be happy, too.
Like, for example, I couldn't stand dating women much, much shorter than me. I'm 6'3". It sucks having to bend down to kiss a woman 5'1" tall. My back hurts. I whine a lot. Give me at least 5'7", and I'm happy. My back will be happy, too.
Gus, I am 5'7". I had to laugh when I read that, in a good way, of course. Men are usually my height or not much taller. "Good kissing height" is another one of my dating requirements. :OP
Hmmmm... Do you think Gus would look good in heels, though? Debatable. Gus would you mind modeling a few different styles so I can decide?
I looked hot as a pregnant chick once, complete with curlers and a frowsy nightgown. And, yes, I have pictures to prove this.
About me in heels...I wouldn't know, but I do know a place in Greenwich Village that sells fuck-me-pumps to cross-dressing men sporting a size 13.
About me in heels...I wouldn't know, but I do know a place in Greenwich Village that sells fuck-me-pumps to cross-dressing men sporting a size 13.
Jill, my wife is 5'11". Before she met me, she could only seem to date much shorter men. For me, it was a pleasure to be around someone whose scalp I didn't have to look at all the time.
Here's a picture of me in my heels! Makes me about 6 foot.
That is your foot in a heel! Or are you, somewhere in cyberspace, just Jill's foot, moonlighting on GoodReads, while the rest of Jill is teaching Kindergarten or something?
Hee hee. Yes, I am modeling my foot for all those with foot fetishes. Especially to fat slobby men with foot festishes! Seriously, though. It is a kissing height thing. If I cannot get the good kissing height, then heels it is!! I don't want a Tom/Nicole situation. Well, I guess I should say a Tom/Kate situation now, huh? I cannot believe that there are so many men in Oregon that are barely 5'8"!! It is in the water I think. I am actually a hairstylist. :)
Gus, I have to admit whilst in a porn video store last year I saw a man, a very tall man with a beard no less!!, dawning his capri pants and his red high heels. Hey man, whatever turns you on I guess, huh? Still, I had to laugh.
A few years ago, my wife was selling some old dresses she didn't want, and she put an ad for them in the local Pennysavers (or whatever the hell it was called). One dress was a crushed velvet gown.
The only person to reply to that ad was some bear-ish looking guy with a full beard and an awesome beer belly. He claimed he lost a bet with his girlfriend, and as part of losing his bet, he had to wear a dress in public.
Something tells me a strap-on dildo was coming into play later on, and his "losing a bet" story didn't seem legit.
And, no, my wife didn't sell him the dress, even though he offered $100 for it.
The only person to reply to that ad was some bear-ish looking guy with a full beard and an awesome beer belly. He claimed he lost a bet with his girlfriend, and as part of losing his bet, he had to wear a dress in public.
Something tells me a strap-on dildo was coming into play later on, and his "losing a bet" story didn't seem legit.
And, no, my wife didn't sell him the dress, even though he offered $100 for it.
Unlike me, my wife Jaime has moral convictions. Plus, she's paranoid; she doesn't want it on her conscience knowing this dress would have been found on the dead body of a woman found dumped in the woods.
The truth is, she just felt very creeped out by the guy, like he wasn't being totally honest as to why he wanted the dress. If he'd just said, "yeah, I'm into dressing like a woman, but it doesn't mean I'm a woman trapped in a man's body," she probably would have sold him the dress.
The truth is, she just felt very creeped out by the guy, like he wasn't being totally honest as to why he wanted the dress. If he'd just said, "yeah, I'm into dressing like a woman, but it doesn't mean I'm a woman trapped in a man's body," she probably would have sold him the dress.
Oh yeah,...for Tanderson, good kissing height is when both people can stand flat footed and neither one has to strain their necks or bend weird in order to get/give a really great full on french kiss with arms around the shoulders.....If you cannot manage this, you need to rethink the height of who you are with. I have a theory to this and all things sexually related. It is called "The Lego Theory". Y'all remember Legos, right. Welp, it is simple and goes like this: Some pieces go together and some don't. They will ALL be able to attach to one another, but sometimes, it just doesn't make the bigger thing you are trying to make "work".
But yeah, high heels are a good thing. And they are good vertically and horizontally--depending on my beforementioned Lego theory. :)
Jill, Jill, Jill, Jill, Jill, Jill, Jill, Jill, Jill... Oh, Dear Jill...You can't be serious. Really? Now I'm thinking that you're just here to stir up the pot, and you don't actually mean anything you say. You really think MOST cross-dressers are hairy? And you really think you should RETHINK who you're with because they're too tall/short? What? I don't understand! I simply do not understand. Honestly I'm angry about your cross-dresser comment, but what difference does it make? Oh, so sad...
SKREEEEEEEEEEEEECH!
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