Imagine your not-slimmest guy. Not fat. But a guy who focus’ on his charm and charisma rather than his looks and steel-abs at the bar when he picks up girls*, comes up and asks you if he could sit down next to you in the (crowded) sofa.
And you rise and say, “No worries, mate, I need to walk off some extra weight anyway”.
*If now that’s his preference – who am I to judge!?
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