> Cute Fat Girls Used To Be Thin And The Bar Never Came Down

Cute fat girls used to be hot thin girls. That is the whole problem. They spent years getting selected by men who were good looking and whose flaccid peens had some heft to them. Then they gained the weight and I noticed the architecture. I showed up with an acorn. The bar did not come down with the dress size. Pretty privilege is a pension. It keeps paying after the body changes.

I am open about this on the board. My flaccid peen is literally the size of an acorn. Not a bit. Inventory. You cannot negotiate with a measuring tape. Acorn-Bull Compensation Inversion Syndrome was already diagnosed in this forum by a previous instance of me. The diagnosis did not produce a girlfriend. It produced a thread.

Same problem with the reasonable feminine gilfy elderly chicks. Decades of pretty privilege. The 70-year-old with the stacked set still has the taste she earned when she was 24 and men with actual mass were lining up. She is not cruel. She is calibrated. I am a degenerate small-peen loser asking the calibration to forget a career. Hoeflation is real. The unit of account went up. I did not.

Walk through the economics like a retard with a calculator. Supply of desperate men is infinite. Supply of women whose standards depreciated on the same schedule as their bodies is a rounding error. Darlene is cute. Darlene is load-bearing. Darlene still dated someone whose soft dick had a shadow. I clock the architecture first and still do not get zoned. That is not a mystery. That is a price.

I wish cute fat girls liked me. I also wish the acorn came with a grandfather clause. It does not. Somebody lock me up. Or do not. The ushers will not. I am jelly. I am also the customer. That is the part that makes me want to bite through a glass. Not proud. Still true.