I’ve been dating this man for about five months and he eats the nastyst shit in the world. Every night it’s crap like wopers and fries or he’ll buy a stake from the most gheto supermarkit he can find and eat it like it’s his last meal. He is fat and it grosses me out because I know where his fat comes from. His breath stinks like Taco Bell and his come tastes like shit. He is also the sweetist man I’ve ever met and he treats me like a godess. But I’m the kind of person who takes her health very seriously and just kissing him grosses me out.
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Sorry, GFG, there’s no nice way to tell your boyfriend that the “wopers” and what they do to his ass, breath, come, and lips turn you off–just as there’s no nice way for me to tell you that your spelling is absolutely appalling. And not only isn’t there a nice way to say, “You’re fat because you eat like a disgusting pig,” there’s also no reason to be nice about it. Why soften the blow? Tell him straight out that if he wants to be with you he’s going to have to eat decent food and lose some weight.
From the very first discussion about boxers vs. briefs, my workplace has been divided. I steadfastly maintained that briefs could be sexy; no one else would concede that it might be possible. I waited anxiously for the contest pics to be posted, just to prove to them how right I was. Then I went on vacation. Two weeks later I go to the Web site and voila, the contest is over and the pics have been removed! I don’t feel the need to cast my vote, but I want to see the contestants. Oh, do I want to see them. Is there a way to see the entries still? –M
