I recently started dating a guy I met. He's fit, handsome, nice, has a great job, second year of med school, nice family. I thought I finally found a perfect guy after years of a bad dating scene full of fats and losers.
Yesterday, he asked me if I wanted to grab dinner with him and meet a few of his close friends. Of course that sounded nice, picked a time and place, okay great.
I show up to the restaurant at 7pm, instantly greeted to the sight of three Tumblr fats taking up all the room in the waiting area. Easily 350lbs each, gross rainbow hair and bad makeup, scowling and all on their phones, I stood to the side and waited for my date to arrive, since I didn't have a place to sit.
He shows up, I hug him and we talk for a second. One of the butter bitches stands up and waddles over to him, and he hugs him. I instantly feel sick. Please GOD NO, please don't let these be the creatures I have to eat next to. Sure enough, the other two waddle over and give me a fake half smile.
The hostess walks us to a table in the back, I assume to spare their patrons from the sight of these grotesque beasts. Automatically the complaints start. "Why do we have to sit so far away from the enterance whaaaa" I can feel people staring at us already, I'm embarrassed to be seen with them.
One of the fats has her arm ontop of his and is giggling at every word he says, the other two annoying join in the laughter, obviously they want this guy to fuck them, and make sad attempts at flirting with him all night.
They complained about the menu non stop. One took pride in the fact that she is a "picky eater", and said she'd only eat chicken strips or tenders. Bitch, obviously you're not that picky, you wouldn't weigh 300 lbs from just eating chicken.
We order, and then the painful and awkward conversation starts. I was horrified to learn these whales are nurses. When my date brought up the fact that I recently just got a new job doing production art, one of the fats chimed in "oh, I WISH I could be an artist. That beats being on your feet all day and working long hours." Couldnt help herself to belittle another woman's accomplishments and try to one up me, how feminist of her. They all gasped for air as they giggled like pigs talking about their job and how hard it was. Which most of the complaints involved physical labor, something they clearly do not excel at. A waitress walked by carrying a tray of food, and the three pigs salivated and remarked "ohhhh, that looks GOOD." Breathing heavy, they chimed in about their new "diets" they have been trying. I stayed painfully silent listening to them talk about yoga, and yes, body wraps.
Our food arrived, and one fat blurted out immediately "wow, are you going to be able to eat all that?" About my entree. It was just a steak and some vegetables. Not the pile of food they ordered. Who orders a burger and fries with TWO extra sides?? A burger isn't enough? I cut into my steak, and the fat next to me made a fake gagging noise "ugh, I can't stand the smell of raw meat. I don't know how you can eat it like that!" At this point all expression has been wiped off my face to avoid grimacing or various other faces of disgust.
Watching them eat was HORRIBLE. They chew and eat so damn fast, and don't even take the time to sip their drinks. You can hear them breathing hard as they ate, it's vile. I wasn't even done with half my plate before one finished her entire dinner. My date hadn't even started in on his sides yet. And they were the ones doing most of the talking, often with mouthfuls of food. Complaining about their portions, and that the fries were "too small". No, they were regular sized fries, you just have fat fingers.
One took a jab at me for eating fries with a fork, because growing up in a city, I was taught not to eat with my hands. But they shoveled it all in, even licking their fat sausage fingers. I think they grossed me out the most. No etiquette at all. Their napkins were a mess too, so nasty.
After it was over, The waitress asked if we wanted dessert. While the fats bitched and moaned about their "diets", I ordered a whisky and brûlée. The fatties obviously hated that I didn't feel guilty about ordering dessert, which is kind of why I did it. I wanted them to sit there and feel like shit while I was enjoying my dessert, which is exactly what happened.
They all had no issues ordering a "jolly rancher martini", whatever the fuck that is. Looked like a diabetic nightmare. Obviously they have no concept of how calories work, I'm sure my brûlée had less calories than one of those drinks. Obviously the diet they are on is the "bullshit diet". What diet allows you to order french fries with sugary sodas and martinis?
Then the check came, I casually told my date I'd pick it up, since he got the last one. The fat next to me laughed and said "I would have made HIM pay for it!" Yeah, I bet you would you selfish pig. They snorted and gave him shit for letting me pay, he seemed amused by it, but I can't honestly understand why a man would sit there and let women belittle him like that. It was kind of a turnoff. There is being a nice guy, and not letting three pigs talk down to you.
When we got up to leave, one of the pigs whined and demanded that my date take her home, because the other two were, not even joking, going to get some pizza. Eating after you just ate, I must be too thin privileged to understand it.
Since he was my ride and I didn't want to ride with the whale, I told him I'd take an uber back, and he reluctantly accepted it and we said our goodbyes. He remarked "Let's do this again soon!" And I shuddered slightly and nodded. Never again.
I'm really debating if I want a relationship with someone that keeps that kind of company. They were crass, rude, and disgusting people. Why do fats have to ruin EVERYTHING?