Account Deleted By User So my wife died a month or so ago. It's been quite difficult honestly, and I've for the most part given up on caring or being happy. I know i may be happy at a point later in time, but I just simply can't see the forest past the trees. For the most part, I've been hitting the gym, trying to focus on getting more fit. This is mostly to counteract the massive consumption of alcohol every night. So there is this one fat couple at the gym. Since the sport I partake in is quite intensive, there's some key points to understand ahead of time: where to put your feet, what equipment to get, how to align your hands, proper techniques, etc. You could get away by not learning them, but it does make your life much harder. So whenever I see a beginner, I usually try helping them, to somewhat adequate success. Anyways, there was this one fatty at the gym who was failing hard. Since the sport requires you to be lean and somewhat fit ahead of time, the drag from the weight was making the teaching a bit more difficult. This was some kind of a couple as well, so didn't really think much of it. After I was done, I told them they can always call me when they hit the gym, if they want to learn more. In the process, my dead wife came in the picture as well. Anyways, lo and behold, the fatty girlfriend was asking me if we wanted to hook up. As if having a dead wife isn't bad enough, not sure what fatty's goal is here. Destroy her relationship? Make my life even more stressful? Piss on my wife's grave as a massive fuck you to the world? Needless to say, I don't help the couple anymore. edit: Lot of backstory to the actual meet of the rant.