Triggered some fatties by existing This weekend I was over at a friend's house for a party and we were playing pool. My partner and I ran the table for a few games (all luck, I'm really not very good at all) before fatty and his partner stepped up. His partner was cool, but you could tell that fatty wasn't taking this as a friendly game at all. His serious attitude and need to beat me was hilariously obvious and way out of tune with the general feel of the evening. To understand this, we have to rewind about two weeks to the last time I saw him... We were out on the water with some friends on a nice summer day and fatty was there with his wife (former hottie, has now gained about fifty pounds and Facebook posts indicate she wants to change this and I may or may not be posting encouraging messages to trigger the fatty husband with my shirtless profile picture showing up on his wife's posts). Wife got caught staring at me numerous times and fatty's face was just a mask of barely contained hatred towards me as he kept pounding back beers. Eventually I had the displeasure of seeing this fatty pissing off the back of the boat and got a full visual of him having to force back his fat pad to find his dick. That confirmed for me that fatty's wife wasn't getting what she wanted at home and a lot of her staring was because me and my fit wife are very much in love and are reasonably affectionate in public (i.e. small kisses, holding hands, sitting close...nothing risqué, just clearly very into each other). So not only am I the visual she wants but my fit wife reminds her of what she used to be and how she's not getting what she wants anymore. Jealousy and rage abound on both sides of a clearly loveless marriage, now.  Fast forward to when we arrive at the party. I start saying hi and shaking hands/hugging as I go from person to person.  Fatty barely makes eye contact and hates every second of greeting me, then his wife (who's definitely had too much to drink) goes in for way too long of a hug and says "I swear your muscles are bigger every time I see you!" I'm actually a little smaller than I was last time, but alcohol and thirst will bend reality I suppose. Then the opposite happens to my wife. Fatty hugs her way too long and says how great she looks in our recent Facebook pictures (relatively short dress and high heels for a special event, not to brag but my wife has great legs) and the wife cold shoulders my wife and barely acknowledges her.  I give that marriage two years, tops.