After several weeks of absence, the day before yesterday I created a profile on the site Bearwww again, certainly not with the ' intention of finding a soul mate (now I gave up long ago), but serenely confident of being able to exchange a few words with someone. Well, so much peace of mind, one of the first people who contacted me is an idiot Palermo, an old man, haughty and rude.
"The performance of your body is an offense ..." I wrote initially, just to accept, and then added: "... I thought the horror had gone out of fashion ..." and other niceties of this kind to which I replied until I broke the family jewels and I'm stuck. Note that the site is built around specific types of men, including the fat. And then we are surprised
still around if somebody sees us and grins?
Of course I did not have much grip first of all because we can not let ruin even a millisecond cafoneria by others, but also because I decided myself to become a fat man.
What is certain is that if the encounter was real, maybe I jumped at Gramps's about a foot to see if the pain is out of fashion.
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