I dated a lard planet for two years in high school. I was self conscious about being considered shallow, as I was already "that weird stuck up goth girl". We had similar interests, and on the surface, he had a witty nice guy personality. Somehow he kept that act up for over a year, and I told myself "this isn't so bad. I'm not really attracted to him physically, but we get along so well!" He was my first sexual partner, so I didn't know yet how much better sex could be. He seemed ok with me not having much of a sex drive and we only had sex 5 times total. It was gross, but I was young. I didn't really know better.  Eventually he dropped the act and started treating me like shit. He thought he was some sort of super badass because he went to military school, so he always reminded me how he could "take [me] out", if he wanted. He would continually make sure I knew how much smarter and more worldly he was because he was two years older than me. It didn't matter that, at 20, he had dropped out of college, never had a job, and lived in his mother's living room driving a car she gave him and wearing clothes she bought him. I could obviously never measure up. It finally occurred to me one day that he was saying these things because he was insecure... because he knew that none of it was true and that I if I ever felt like leaving he'd be stuck with pretty much nothing and I could move on to someone better than him. So I did. And I made sure to tell him that not only was he an insecure jackass, his weight made him unattractive and 100% prevented him from being the "badass" he thought he was. He then cried to his mommy and made her call my parents to tell them what a mean, horrible bitch I was. Moral of the story, don't fucking date fats.