Dating for ugly men
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He could have been a member of the Kennedy family with how much he resembled a healthy honest Irish-Catholic.
He disdained other people’s bodies, especially women, who happened to be overweight while being overweight himself.
He was cheap and vain, only allowing photos of himself to be taken from the neck-up or at high angles to hide his large stomach or portray his face as thinner. He lied constantly about things that mattered and things that didn’t. He took photos of me when I wasn’t looking or made me pose because I’d “worn a cute outfit.” He read my poetry and loved it, often quoting my own lines to me or asking out of the blue how I’d come up with a certain image. After a painful and neglectful marriage that had been like climbing my way onto a piece of wood after the sinking of the Titanic, I took everything Simon would give me.
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