There is a social experiment going around where a woman wore a “fat suit” to meet guys she met on Tinder.
Firstly, I didn’t watch it, I don’t believe people are that shallow.
Secondly, I would do just as well (meaning still alone every night) whether I wore the fat suit or not.
The saddest part about it is, this woman may have pushed away a really good guy because he didn’t like her lifestyle choice. No, he’s not shallow, is he? I don’t think so. I’m attracted to a certain “type” (dirty, unemployed, you know, the good stuff.) I can’t help who I’m attracted to, and neither can you.
I don’t like dreadlocks.
I don’t like neck tattoos.
I don’t like suits, boots or parachutes.
And you can’t make me.