That moment when your boyfriend has never had alcohol in his life, and his friends insist on getting him drunk on his 21st birthday at midnight... and then leave him to you to take care of. That other moment when you tell him it might be better for him to sleep on the couch (my bed is 4 feet off the ground and can be difficult to get into when impaired, as well as the falling risk, as well as hoping he didn't get sick), and he looks up at you with big, watery, pathetic puppy eyes and says, "But I want to be with you! Don't you want me anymore?"
Gahhh. Of course I do. I just don't want you to throw up in or fall out of my bed.
So last night was spent nursing a really sad drunk puppy who didn't want to be drunk.
I've dated two girls with a bit of a belly, and my wife is one. Physical attraction is a high scoring metric, but there are other metrics that score just as high with me like personality (which is really about a hundred bundled metrics) and character.
Fat, in these terms, for me, means only that someone isn't athletic and simultaneously doesn't take care of their body. I know large people who I don't consider "fat."
That's not even a deal breaker for me. 20 years of steroids have given me a very relaxed attitude about food and the fact that I like food, and Crohn's has given me a very relaxed attitude about exercise (because I physically can't do it about 80% of the time unless you count the sort of things they have geriatric and morbidly obese people do. I'm fatigued and my bones hurt). While taking care of yourself physically is obviously a laudable thing, it's not a turn off to me if you like food, hate exercise, and are generally not that concerned if you have a little bit of padding.
Now, 300 pounds and smelling like butter is something else entirely.
I feel like maybe roll-count is a good metric for this. I'm OK with one roll. If you have a plurality of rolls, then I probably don't want to date you.
That moment when your boyfriend has never had alcohol in his life, and his friends insist on getting him drunk on his 21st birthday at midnight... and then leave him to you to take care of. That other moment when you tell him it might be better for him to sleep on the couch (my bed is 4 feet off the ground and can be difficult to get into when impaired, as well as the falling risk, as well as hoping he didn't get sick), and he looks up at you with big, watery, pathetic puppy eyes and says, "But I want to be with you! Don't you want me anymore?"
Gahhh. Of course I do. I just don't want you to throw up in or fall out of my bed.
So last night was spent nursing a really sad drunk puppy who didn't want to be drunk.
I have this conversation every now and again. My personal is one by me in which Drunk Daniel decided to "build a fort of dream".
Where does curvy fall on this scale because fuck thats like the best! It take the best of everything.
Wow...that's a massive dick move on the part of your lad's friends, Anrild. If you get a mate insensible like that, you don't just palm him off on someone, you hang with him as long as possible. And when someone doesn't want to get that drunk, you don't get them that drunk, particularly if they've never been drunk before, you gotta ease them onto it slow.
I never drank a drop of alcohol until my 21st birthday, when the woman who would eventually be my first wife brought 2 bottles of 100 proof Southern Comfort to my dad's lake house. We had it to ourselves because he was living with his girlfriend.
To my credit, we only got through one of the bottles. But HOOAARRGGGHH.
I like to tell people that I never drank a drop until I met my ex-wife. :-P
Wow...that's a massive dick move on the part of your lad's friends, Anrild. If you get a mate insensible like that, you don't just palm him off on someone, you hang with him as long as possible. And when someone doesn't want to get that drunk, you don't get them that drunk, particularly if they've never been drunk before, you gotta ease them onto it slow.
Jesus fucking wept.
Nah dude, everyone wants to be drunk all the time. You just gotta force them into it then they'll be having fun. It's like sex.
Wow...that's a massive dick move on the part of your lad's friends, Anrild. If you get a mate insensible like that, you don't just palm him off on someone, you hang with him as long as possible. And when someone doesn't want to get that drunk, you don't get them that drunk, particularly if they've never been drunk before, you gotta ease them onto it slow.
Jesus fucking wept.
Nah dude, everyone wants to be drunk all the time. You just gotta force them into it then they'll be having fun. It's like sex.
Wow...that's a massive dick move on the part of your lad's friends, Anrild. If you get a mate insensible like that, you don't just palm him off on someone, you hang with him as long as possible. And when someone doesn't want to get that drunk, you don't get them that drunk, particularly if they've never been drunk before, you gotta ease them onto it slow.
Jesus fucking wept.
Nah dude, everyone wants to be drunk all the time. You just gotta force them into it then they'll be having fun. It's like sex.
Wow...that's a massive dick move on the part of your lad's friends, Anrild. If you get a mate insensible like that, you don't just palm him off on someone, you hang with him as long as possible. And when someone doesn't want to get that drunk, you don't get them that drunk, particularly if they've never been drunk before, you gotta ease them onto it slow.
Jesus fucking wept.
Nah dude, everyone wants to be drunk all the time. You just gotta force them into it then they'll be having fun. It's like sex.
Stop that.
No.
Is that a "coy, playful" No, or an "I do not consent" No?
Wow...that's a massive dick move on the part of your lad's friends, Anrild. If you get a mate insensible like that, you don't just palm him off on someone, you hang with him as long as possible. And when someone doesn't want to get that drunk, you don't get them that drunk, particularly if they've never been drunk before, you gotta ease them onto it slow.
Jesus fucking wept.
Nah dude, everyone wants to be drunk all the time. You just gotta force them into it then they'll be having fun. It's like sex.
Stop that.
No.
Is that a "coy, playful" No, or an "I do not consent" No?
Either way you're getting a dick in your mouth. I get all my dating advice from the Bloodhound Gang.
Wow...that's a massive dick move on the part of your lad's friends, Anrild. If you get a mate insensible like that, you don't just palm him off on someone, you hang with him as long as possible. And when someone doesn't want to get that drunk, you don't get them that drunk, particularly if they've never been drunk before, you gotta ease them onto it slow.
Jesus fucking wept.
Nah dude, everyone wants to be drunk all the time. You just gotta force them into it then they'll be having fun. It's like sex.
Stop that.
No.
Is that a "coy, playful" No, or an "I do not consent" No?
Either way you're getting a dick in your mouth. I get all my dating advice from the Bloodhound Gang.
I got married to my first wife in the home bar of a Justice of the Peace. She wore a fur jacket for the ceremony and her hair was dyed flat black and she had on a bull's eye worth of red lipstick. The whole room smelled like cedar and alcohol and there was a zebra-print rug on the floor.
Her husband gave us something awful out of a decanter to drink afterward, which I guess might have been scotch. It was terrible.
I got married to my first wife in the home bar of a Justice of the Peace. She wore a fur jacket for the ceremony and her hair was dyed flat black and she had on a bull's eye worth of red lipstick. The whole room smelled like cedar and alcohol and there was a zebra-print rug on the floor.
Her husband gave us something awful out of a decanter to drink afterward, which I guess might have been scotch. It was terrible.
Wait, the Justice of the piece was in a fur jacket? Or your first wife was?
This sounds like something out of a Werner Herzog film.
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That other moment when you tell him it might be better for him to sleep on the couch (my bed is 4 feet off the ground and can be difficult to get into when impaired, as well as the falling risk, as well as hoping he didn't get sick), and he looks up at you with big, watery, pathetic puppy eyes and says, "But I want to be with you! Don't you want me anymore?"
Gahhh. Of course I do. I just don't want you to throw up in or fall out of my bed.
So last night was spent nursing a really sad drunk puppy who didn't want to be drunk.
Now, 300 pounds and smelling like butter is something else entirely.
Where does curvy fall on this scale because fuck thats like the best! It take the best of everything.
In the UK they smell of gravy.
Jesus fucking wept.
To my credit, we only got through one of the bottles. But HOOAARRGGGHH.
I like to tell people that I never drank a drop until I met my ex-wife. :-P
I've GOTTEN shit-faced drunk, and it's terrible. I'm loud, obnoxious, and feel sick and miserable about ten minutes in. No thanks.
If we didn't make such a big fucking deal about alcohol in the states, it'd stop being a pillar of youthful rebellion. Meh.
Having been doing a lot of home shopping lately, I can tell you every freaking house around here even in the suburbs has a bar.
Her husband gave us something awful out of a decanter to drink afterward, which I guess might have been scotch. It was terrible.
This sounds like something out of a Werner Herzog film.