when we met 2 years ago he was good looking but he didn't have much else going for him. now he's covered in amazingly done tattoos and has just finished his apprenticeship and has done some great work on me. and as everyone knows, good looking tattoos and a great job up the babe quotient by at least 3.
back then, i was thinner and pretty confident in my ability to attract him. unfortunately that summer i went off the deep end, got an alcohol problem, gained weight and got super desperate. i cornered him while drunk on too many occasions, begging him to "just date me" and trying to talk him into being tied down to the filthy sweaty drunk fat mess i was then. Somehow after a year and a half of not speaking i have him tattoo me, we become besties and then find out he's dating someone. she's pretty, but what kills me is she probably has the same stats as mary kate olsen. and I'm preactically america ferrera. thank god that miss mary kate's iq was half her weight and even without the gap her thighs would have never met. so one fine day, they break up and Marc turns to his best girl; me. now we fall sleep on his bed mid conversation, he tells me my hair looks good and that a dress fits me well (read: disguises my fat). i hope he still has those feeling he had years ago, but why the hell would he even consider dating ugly betty when he just climbed off an olsen? uhg, i'm not actually THAT bad, i swear, but the point stands.
Marc is just another thing driving this weight loss. i'll make him beg for me again.
