My ex-boyfriend Maury was the nicest of dudes and treated me like a princess. The sex was great. He never touched my stomach or seemed eager to remove my clothes, but the sex was great. He told me that he was "OK" with my weight, but only if I planned to lose weight. He couldn't see himself with someone fat, long-term. He never told me I was sexy. We broke up.

Rob liked my body. He liked my fat belly and squishy arms. He asked me if I would lay on top of him, just laying there, as he liked the weight. He jerked off to chubby-girl porn in front of me but when I got myself off (he didn't "feel like doing it",) he said it was a turn-off. I guess I wasn't important as anything more than an embodiment of his fat fetish.

Hugh said his best lover was a bigger girl. He struggled to maintain an erection during sex and preferred sex with his eyes closed. Eventually the struggle of keeping him hard took its toll and we stopped fucking. He'd "never had this problem with anyone else."

At one point my dating profile featured my body in a bikini, stomach hanging out and stretch marks visible. I went on a first date with Jed wearing a sexy red dress and he ended the date ten minutes in because I was "so much bigger than he'd thought." I pointed out my no-angle/no-filter full body shot and he said "I guess I didn't think you were that big."

Christian bragged of his prowess in bed, his dominance, his unfailing need to thoroughly pleasure a woman before they even had sex. The uncomfortable look on his face mid-coitus prompted me to ask if someone was wrong, and he admitted that he was only fucking me because he was addicted to sex and didn't actually want to have sex with me.

Aaron was more than a date or a fling, he was my boyfriend. The sex started out phenomenal, then slowly waned. One day, after he initiated a "quickie," he tearfully confessed that he loved being with me but found my weight unattractive and it made him dread having sex with me.

Chris (not to be confused with Christian) was a big dude. I thought I'd found someone who didn't care about my weight. The sex was all right. He texted me after two dates to say that he was sorry for being a hypocrite, but he didn't think he could date a fat girl after all.

Sam and I hooked up for over a year. We went to movies together, dinner, museums, hikes. But I never met his friends and we were never dating. Finally he told me, more or less, that he was embarrassed that I was so much less attractive than him. I pointed out that he said I was beautiful, and he told me my face was beautiful.

Because I am beautiful, right? There's nothing wrong with my looks. All I need to do is rock the body I have, right? All the other unnamed guys who didn't want a second date, they would've been all over it if I'd just projected the confidence that thin women have.

The real problem is my confidence.

Riiight.