Hit on by a fatty I was out of town for the weekend in Chicago, mainly on work, but I went downtown to catch the Cubs game on Saturday and take in some local color along the magnificent mile, including hitting up my favorite shitlord clothing brand from Asia (NO VANITY SIZING!) Afterwards I'm at a bar watching the game when this fat sack of shit sat next to me and started trying to engage me in conversation.  I'm ignoring it but being as polite as I can about it because I'm trying to have a nice night out by myself.  After about five minutes of refusing to engage this eatbeast (a class II deathfat https://sli.mg/a/PdwsBl)) it smacks it's palm down on the bar and angrily bleats, "What the fuck is your problem dude, is it because I'm fat and you're shallow?" I looked over, trying my best for a bored look and said, "I'm here, alone, trying to enjoy myself.  I don't know you, I'm clearly not interested, and I don't owe you attention.  Leave me the fuck alone.  Not that it is your business, but I have a girlfriend, and yes, she is toned and in shape.  Fuck off." Fatty gave me the stink eye and stormed off. Can you imagine if the genders were reversed?  I'm sure I could have claimed it tried to rape me had I been the woman in this situation. DEAR FATTIES - WE DO NOT OWE YOU ATTENTION.  KEEP TO YOUR OWN KIND.