A few years back I met this girl on tinder and we hit it off. She invited me to her flat so I show up and it turns out she’s morbidly obese. Probably as big as Becki if not bigger but shaped differently. Anyway we are chatting and whatever and then she asks me to stay the night. I panic like fuck and tell her I will because she keeps being taken to A&E for trying to top herself and I don’t want to be responsible for that. Thankfully she then told me she’d never sleep with someone on the first date so genuinely all we did was sleep, but when she pulled her leggings down to sleep in her pants it absolutely fucking reeked of like musty old mushrooms and garlic.
I have no fucking clue why I’ve typed this out. My point is she was genuinely very pretty and funny but I still couldn’t sleep with her so I think I’d choose option A.
Anyway, I’m on citalopram.