I have not read all the responses as I'm starting to lose my grip on some of the things I want to say while I take in more information.
My wife is about thirty pounds overweight according to her self-analysis. She's weighed as much as forty pounds more than she does now at one or two points in our marriage. I'm one of those guys who doesn't really care - or even notice her weight. She is and remains the woman I love regardless of the size of the 'Michelle suit' she is wearing at the time is. If, prior to meeting her, she had misrepresented herself to me regarding her size via a personal ad, e-mail, text or misleading photo - that would have been a problem to me. Not because of her size, but because of the deception.
I care a whole lot more about the weight of her word than I do the weight of her body.
There's something else I've seen in this post that I think needs mentioning. I researched and wrote a paper on personal ads many moons ago for a sociology class. One of the things I found was that women and men wrote very different types of ads (at least at the time - perhaps things have changed). I noticed that men tend to list what they bring to the table while women tend to list what men better bring to the table. So let's take a look:
You don't drive, don't have your own place and don't work full time. Cool. Relationships are give and take. You'll take his rides, take him paying for the dates - and if the relationships progresses, you'll probably allow him to maintain a place to live that you can spend some alone time at. I think it's fair to ask what you'll be bringing to the table.
I mean, if my wife is working and commuting 60-80 hours a week and I am not working (or even working part time), then I assure you that the house will be impeccable when she gets home, dinner will be on the table when she gets home and her dresser and closet will never run out of clean clothes. It's not about me being subservient, it's about being a partner.
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