True story, thinking back on my life when things mattered. I just chuckle to myself these days in a pensive manner.

I got flack by someone before because I said I wouldn't be comfortable dating an overweight woman (normal size eating herself fat). It's as though they wanted me to have this unconditional sort of love, no matter what the female looks like.

My standards are just superficial I guess. It's funny how they didn't have a response when I said it's equivalent to a woman not wanting to date a man who is lazy and unambitious.

I guess things work one way where only women can have standards?