I imagine that, in the conversations when she is discussing their lives together and she is trying to seal the deal, she is making all sorts of promises of how wonderful she would be. She will keep the house clean, she will bathe as instructed, there will be no cats, he can see other women, and on and on, making promises she has no intention of keeping.
But I have a feeling he will try to intimidate/force her into being the ideal wife/roomie that she is promising him. As much as I dislike her, I fear for what could happen when he gets the upper hand for real.
Chantal is used to promising the moon to people and then, as soon as she gets what she wants, forgetting those promises. She promised Bibi lots of things that never happened. She promised Peetz regular rides and homecooked meals every night if he signed the lease. She promises people so many things, then gets indignant when they expect her to keep those promises, even acting like they’re the unreasonable ones because they should have
known she wouldn’t keep them!
I think she believes she can promise Nader a perfect life in a similar fashion, but she won’t be held accountable for it, because that’s how she’s always operated. But she’s wrong. Peetz and Bibi were pushovers, but Nader is not. If she promises him things, he’s going to get angry with her when she doesn’t make good on them.
Don't forget, Pachyderms as disgusting as Chantal fart a LOT. A stupid LOT. Best guarantee she has the walking machine gun farts on the daily. Plus the mudsuckers. Hell, people probably think they're in a Bass Pro Shop or a Gander Mountain and somehow wandered in the aisle with the stink bait.
Chantal doesn’t understand that the more you eat, the more gas you produce. So with her 4000-8000 calorie a day average, she produces insane levels of gas because her digestive tract is never ever not busy and full. She genuinely thinks she passes a “fairly normal” amount of gas and that everyone else does the same, but they’re all holding it in out of politeness. Like we’re
all noxious gas blimps, farting hugely every ten minutes or so because our own digestive tracts are similarly crammed to bursting like a traffic jam of shit.
I think she’d be stunned to learn how little the average woman audibly farts. Not never, women are human beings and not precious pure snowflakes, but I’m betting it would boggle her mind to know that the average woman goes for hours and hours without farting. Maybe the whole work day and then some. Meanwhile Chantal’s arse is constantly, unceasingly expelling the gaseous by-products of her nonstop eating.
He likes his chicken battered and starfishing.
It's funny how all these unnecessary movements that are supposed to be charming lead to him hitting or dropping things. Dollar store magician.
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It’s amazing how as this “relationship” goes on, Nader’s wardrobe improves, his house is filling up with expensive gadgets, his fridge is full of high-priced ingredients for elaborate meals, he’s going to swank hotels, he’s flashing around gifts…he went from threadbare druggie to this whole weird recent video of him being dressed like a suburbanite and swanning around his kitchen full of new things, making a big dinner.
Meanwhile, Chantal’s credit card is being maxed out, she’s periodically gaining bruises, losing viewers, gaining excuses for why her man isn’t horrible, being humiliated live on camera by him…
The better his life gets (at her expense), the worse hers gets.
