You asked a question you certainly know the answer to, and-- it would now appear-- has nothing to do with any conversational tangent here, except maybe targeting a supposed insecurity.
Not picking up on that was foolish of me. I thought we were still talking about dad bods. Should have cut that conversation, too.
Imagine going out with you.
After you have fights with your boyfriend where you weaponize what you believe to be his insecurities, and self-justify electing to be a fetid cunt by alleging that you're only embracing a villainy supposedly imputed onto you, you storyboard with your friends fiction where he's emasculated in various ways to work out the steam.
what the fuck are you going on about