Fats ruin fucking everything (Fatty in the way of a romantic interest) This is more of a rant, so heads up. Sorry if it doesn't belong here, but I'm very heartbroken and don't know what to do. Long story short, I started talking to this chick online. We hit it off incredibly well, and our relationship grew fast. They aren't fat (not fit, but not overweight at all), and being a lesbian that's almost all you can ask for nowadays. After quite a number of failed relationships, I started losing all hope of finding a significant other of any sort. Or at least, a serious one. So after some bugging, I decided to long distance date this really sweet guy. But it's not the same, and he agreed for our relationship to be poly, and allow me to date women. Alright, this is pretty cool. So I met this chick. She's great. She loves my art, we help each other with cosplay, share the same interests and a lot of the same views. I started getting those happy, warm butterflies in my tummy/chest when we would talk, and over the months, I have to say I think I feel in love with her. The only view she didn't share with me was my hate for fat fucks, giving the whole "all bodies are beautiful speech". eh, can't win them all. But that should have been a huge red fucking flag... She tells me she was incredibly excited to find out I am in a poly relationship, because she was too. I thought it was fine. In fact, hot chick 3-way? hell to the yes. but no....Oh no.... She says I wouldn't like that idea. Why? because her gf, who she lives with is "overweight" after some prodding, I find out this butterbeast is THREE HUNDRED FUCKING POUNDS!!! She fucks that cave-troll and even somehow sleeps in the same bed as it. Oh, and get it, it has "fibromyalgia" which makes "working out too difficult." Bullshit. I weigh less than half your size and I have it. You only hurt so bad because you lug around the equivalent of 2 and a half fucking people! I still eat well and even get my ass off the couch to take an hour walk almost every night, and even do squats/sit ups/curls some nights as well. Now, the girl i am interested has no sense of smell. As literally she can't smell anything. So I am SO FUCKING AFRAID that when we do finally meet up, she is going to smell like fermenting pig lard from sharing a bed/residence with that beast.  As soon as I found all this out, literally every romantic/sexual interest I had in this person is no completely and totally gone. She's already told me there is "no way" she is going to leave/not live with her partner, so I doubt there will be a way for me to "steal" her so to speak. However, after I expressed my concerns and disgust, she agreed that she would like to try to help out her SO and lose at least 40% of her body weight (which will still be a fat fuck, but baby steps here) because I don't want THAT in my life in any way, shape or form. (whatever shape this 300lb bag of cottage cheese is in) Honestly, if this buttergollum was a normal human size, or hell, even chubby, I wouldn't care in the least, in fact I would welcome them and try to make it a triangle. And if that didn't work, I'd still be fine as long as we got along. But no. the first time in years I have felt general, true interest in a person more than "yeah I have nothing better to do and you're pretty cool" and a fat fucking butterhuffer get's in my way. I'm crushed (luckily not by her massive fucking weight) and I have no idea what to do. Should I stick around and hope that butterfatsmgee drops some weight and becomes a fucking human (which my interest agreed upon. And I said I would even help, as not only do I not want this in my life, but I'm currently losing weight/toning up myself, and also having fibro could lend some tips) Or should I tuck my tail and run like a bitch? This person means a lot to me, and I don't want to lose it because some fat butterhuffer got in the way, but I also don't want that sick pile of fupa-cheese in my life either, or any SO of mine sleeping with/fucking/kissing/living with such a monster. whatdo?