- Joined
- Sep 24, 2019
ASSUMING WHAT SHE SAYS IS TRUE:
If anyone had residual belief in Chantal's ability to THINK, to reason through anything & follow the logical steps after figuring out the, (probable), right conclusions; this whole arc should disabuse them of that notion.
She signs up on at least 1 dating site. She specifies she's looking for one night stands with no expectations of involvement. She states she's a "big girl" or whatever her specific wording choice was, Her pictures are fatfish material to the Nth degree.
After a few days, weeks; whatever; she gets in closer contact with this guy & agrees to meet him in a parking lot in a, (trust me), not very nice part of town at night. According to her, they were trading spit within a few minutes & the entire encounter lasted 5 minutes before they reluctantly pried themselves apart & went their merry way.
Since then, she's regaled us with all sorts of information & detail that have me scratching my head. How did all this info get exchanged in 5 minutes, especially if they were both all kissy face - doing Morse code on each other's stomachs?
She's 37 years old & blatantly ignoring red flags your average 14 year old would see a mile away & at the very least, check with friends or a family member about. He grabs her face - creepy. Think she said she grabbed his - okay fair creep for creep exchange. He asks her weight & she tells him. He's constantly touching her stomach & presumably talking about it. He tells her she can come over any time or some such rot.
Whatever really happened during that tawdry little fumble in the dark, he's made it clear he's not after a relationship. She's already sighing, moon eyed, over picnics & weekend getaways & leaving stuff at his place. She is completely besotted after a fast & furious slope grope. No, what am I saying? She's not besotted, she's obsessed.
It was just this weekend we saw her cowering in her car, barely able to get out & wheezily hurple 20 yards. She claimed the people there gave her a "bad vibe". Know who hangs around the Arboretum on a fine, fresh spring day? To paraphrase an old song "shiny happy people", thrilled to be outside with their loved ones, playing with their pooches or getting some exercise. She is simply flat out terrified to be seen.
Yet tomorrow evening, she's going to his place for sex. She waxes lyrical about getting her ashes hauled, giggles over her new lingerie & smugly pronounces they can or will have sex ALL night.
Does she really expect he's going to be content with her not taking off her lingerie? Is she going to poke strategic holes in all the right places? If he's a chubby chaser, I expect he'll want light. Light doesn't favor anyone with too much makeup, thinning hair poorly covered in soot, bizarre skin marking & Lord knows what else.
She comes across as though she thinks being in the mere presence of a MAN who wants, (tee hee!), S-E-X will magically turn her into a svelte, smooth, luscious young beauty who will be magically transported to a world of ecstasy while she effortlessly satisfies him.
Reality is about to bite hard.
If anyone had residual belief in Chantal's ability to THINK, to reason through anything & follow the logical steps after figuring out the, (probable), right conclusions; this whole arc should disabuse them of that notion.
She signs up on at least 1 dating site. She specifies she's looking for one night stands with no expectations of involvement. She states she's a "big girl" or whatever her specific wording choice was, Her pictures are fatfish material to the Nth degree.
After a few days, weeks; whatever; she gets in closer contact with this guy & agrees to meet him in a parking lot in a, (trust me), not very nice part of town at night. According to her, they were trading spit within a few minutes & the entire encounter lasted 5 minutes before they reluctantly pried themselves apart & went their merry way.
Since then, she's regaled us with all sorts of information & detail that have me scratching my head. How did all this info get exchanged in 5 minutes, especially if they were both all kissy face - doing Morse code on each other's stomachs?
She's 37 years old & blatantly ignoring red flags your average 14 year old would see a mile away & at the very least, check with friends or a family member about. He grabs her face - creepy. Think she said she grabbed his - okay fair creep for creep exchange. He asks her weight & she tells him. He's constantly touching her stomach & presumably talking about it. He tells her she can come over any time or some such rot.
Whatever really happened during that tawdry little fumble in the dark, he's made it clear he's not after a relationship. She's already sighing, moon eyed, over picnics & weekend getaways & leaving stuff at his place. She is completely besotted after a fast & furious slope grope. No, what am I saying? She's not besotted, she's obsessed.
It was just this weekend we saw her cowering in her car, barely able to get out & wheezily hurple 20 yards. She claimed the people there gave her a "bad vibe". Know who hangs around the Arboretum on a fine, fresh spring day? To paraphrase an old song "shiny happy people", thrilled to be outside with their loved ones, playing with their pooches or getting some exercise. She is simply flat out terrified to be seen.
Yet tomorrow evening, she's going to his place for sex. She waxes lyrical about getting her ashes hauled, giggles over her new lingerie & smugly pronounces they can or will have sex ALL night.
Does she really expect he's going to be content with her not taking off her lingerie? Is she going to poke strategic holes in all the right places? If he's a chubby chaser, I expect he'll want light. Light doesn't favor anyone with too much makeup, thinning hair poorly covered in soot, bizarre skin marking & Lord knows what else.
She comes across as though she thinks being in the mere presence of a MAN who wants, (tee hee!), S-E-X will magically turn her into a svelte, smooth, luscious young beauty who will be magically transported to a world of ecstasy while she effortlessly satisfies him.
Reality is about to bite hard.
