Man, think about it. Little romantic boats are out of the question. Gondolas, nope. Ski lifts ain't happening. Can't skydive, or sit together in a three-abreast airplane row. Won't fit in a cozy twin-size bed, or in a bathtub, or snuggle up in a recliner together.  No spooning on the couch. They've gotten so big they can't do the things that a lot of people do to connect. That's so pathetic. You'd rather eat than be a size where you can actually enjoy each other physically. You've ruined your bodies to the point where even if you lost the weight there'd still be flaps of empty skin between you as you embrace. I'd shotgun myself in the fucking face if I ruined my own life like that.