I went on a date with a guy who turned out to be not merely obese, but the kind of obese where the stomach starts to droop over the genitals, definitely on the way to morbid obesity, if not already there.
He had dropped some TMI in an email saying he doesn't drink alcohol (he'll tell me later).
He didn't do anything that weekend other than get his oil changed --- he couldn't at least make something up? --- and he didn't seem to have any hobbies, so for 40 minutes we swapped pet and family stories. He told me about his job as a professional nay-sayer at a phone company, his siblings, his dog, his siblings' dog, and his dog's siblings.
The dog was good because the dog helped his father with his sleep apnea by waking him up whenever he stopped breathing. Dog's definitely better than a CPAP machine. Which his doctors want him to have because he has sleep apnea too. Getting diagnosed was a real pain. After two years of constant headaches, he had to sleep one night in a lab tethered to machines, and during the one hour he actually slept in the lab, he stopped breathing 6 times. Anyhow, all the medications he has to take are incompatible with alcohol, thus fulfilling his promise to explain why he doesn't drink alcohol. So he's willing to take pills, but he draws the line at a CPAP machine. Or, apparently, weight loss surgery.
Poor guy. He probably thinks I'm not interested just because he's obese, rather than because he is both obese and boring.
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I drop in to check snippets of your blog ocassionally. I don't have time to read the whole thing and just pick subjects at random. It's like a soap opera for me. So here goes with etiquette. Question: why are you dating the morbidly obese? One word: screening. It's ok to be selective in your sex life. We agree on this, yes? R
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