Indeed, pity is a strong, strong emotion. I don't want to generalize here, but it has been my experience that pretty girls swing to one side of the niceness pendulum or the other. They're either super bitchy or too nice for their own good. I always fell on the side of too nice because kids in school would bust out the pitchforks the second I did even the smallest "rude" thing. It would've been easier to just be a fucking bitch, to be honest. I had a true landwhale make a move on me one time. He seriously just pressed me against the wall with his massive stomach and started forcefully making out with me, grabbing my upper arms and refusing to move his face away even though I kept closing my mouth and trying to turn so that he didn't have access. I couldn't move, at all. I was pinned to the wall by his enormous gut... It felt like molestation. Oh and this was in front of everyone in the cafeteria, by the way. I tried to disregard him after that and people called me shallow, conceited, a cunt, the whole nine yards. This sort of thing has happened to many of my friends, weirdly enough. "Set straight" indeed. Now I refuse to even be friendly acquaintances even though I know not all fatties would go that far. It is just so not worth the trouble to be their friends.