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- Apr 25, 2021
That's the thing, though. She knows how difficult it is for her to get a man. She doesn't know why, because that would require self-reflection, but she knows it's tough. They're probably all just fat phobic, you know what I mean? She needs to fatfish just to meet someone.There are definitely guys out there who will bite. They'll run like hell once they find out how absolutely psychotic she is, but she could manage to get someone to give her a shot.
If they don't run screaming after the first date, she needs to keep up the pretense of a happy, pleasant, put-together adult human person long enough to get her claws in them, at which point her real personality comes out. This isn't speculation--Chinny admitted this herself.
All of this is not only work, which Chins is disinclined to do, but it's uncertain--the guy could bolt at any time.
But Nads? He's heard her fart and seen her naked. He's put his dick in her somewhere. Hell, he even walked in on her in the bathroom within the first week of meeting each other. She can curse and use foul language and shriek and guffaw and stuff her fat face and he barely bats an eye. She can be her true self around him, and he doesn't run screaming.
To Chins, that's love.
It's almost sad that she doesn't realize that, if it weren't for the money, he would have run screaming months ago, if he'd ever agreed to meet her in the first place. And any person that would voluntarily put up with her shit (Peetz, for example) is someone that no one would want.
So it isn't as easy as going out and finding another man, not really. Especially not when she had that perfect, elusive thing within her grasp, and she let it slip through her fingers. Never mind that it was an illusion the entire time--perhaps an illusion is better than a lifetime of emptiness and despair.