As much as I’m living for the schadenfreude of chantal’s non-existent dating life, it just goes to show that she doesn’t know what she wants and it makes it impossible to follow through.
She wants a sex-crazed dude for a one night stand, but when they make the offer, she’s offended that they don’t want to get to know her at all before meeting.
She wants a man with good hygeine and who keeps up appearances, but is quick to judge when they have large collection of selfies on their profiles and somehow always comments that their cologne usage is offputting.
She wants a man with manners, but when she comes across passive personalities like Peetz or Bubble Tea Frank, she considers them limp-dicked beta soyboys.
And furthermore, she wants the instant gratification of a quick texter, but gets annoyed when men are persistent about sex or to-the-point.
It’s comical that her standards are this high and worse, inconsistent, despite her myriad of health failures, insecurities, and physical limitations.
Like, really, would she bring her cpap machine to the hotel? Can she even make it to the hotel room without having to take breaks every 5 steps? This is a woman who stays in her kitchen all day because she physically can’t move around her apartment.
At any rate, watching a middle-aged Canuckistani woman lust over men like a 15 year old at a sleepover is fun.