Steve, ur situation has impacted me, since I know ur pain. I am a fatass. But you see, the thing is, I dont let that bring me down! I am proud of who I am. You should be proud of who you are too! Scrw women for this part of the conversation. Im 45lbs overweight, and guess what, I dont care. I mean, im trying to loose it yea, but ohh well, for now this is who I am. I have always been fat. But, since I was 8, I was proud of it,i never cared what women thought of my looks, here is how I now have no problems getting a womam, although I have a soul mate, I still seek other women. Here is the story:
growing up was hard for me, family seperated. Mom was in an island named trinidad, dad was in new york, my sister was in florida. I live my whole life like that with my mom. I lived my life in trinidad (school years). Growing up was sort of difficult, ppl callin me fatey, fat boy, fattas, lardass, etc. They still do. But, I always was a pervert, and was deemed "super-perve" frm 6th grade, and forever remain "kiemister, the super-perve". I was un-stoppable. I would do gestures to all the girls to get them "on", and they would look at me with disgust, and turn away. But, there was a girl that was not pretty, but just decent. She only had one friend. Her name was rachel. I started talkin to her, but she said :get the hell away from me u fat freak. I was crushed. Hearing that frm her was ....Just...Owch. I just kept trying to talk to her, and she kept running away. One day, I found her crying, because her only friend had cursed her off. I started trying to make her feel better. All she could say was leave me alone fat ass. I wasnt giving up. I ran and got tissues and wiped her tears. She punched me in the gut. I cripped to the floor. She just started beating the caca outta me. It was horrable. I couldnt restrain her cuase I was just helpless, on the floor. After recieving a broken collor bone, she looked at me and screamed at her self wut she had done. She quickly asked me if I was ok, but I wasnt able to speak, I was in shock. I manage to get up, and I walked slowly, just gimping, not able to move my left side. She was crying, asking if I was ok. Her mom piked us up, I went to the hospital, I was given a sling, 17 stiches, and alot of band-aids. The next day at shchool, I walk up to her, and just asked her politley, : are you feeling beter today?, and I stroked her cheek gently with my right hand, in a loving way. She just crumbled, crying in my arms. She was now feeling better, and from that day on, we became best friends. We had sex at an early age, 13, and we go to the same college. She now is one of the most beautifull women I have ever seen. And I am not the best lookin guy.
Aside from her, I was friends with girls only from that time after. They liked me cause I am proud of who I am, and they like my personallity. All the girls opend up to me in a way they cant to their own family and boyfriends. I guess I was mr. Sex advice and anything related with the female/male body sexually, they would come to me. So that would be my trait. Maybe u have a certain trait, like cookin, or sumthing. Just find a woman, and just open up to her. Show her what ur traits are. Dont worry, eventually, you will find some one.
Good luck man, and pm me if u want to talk more. I wish you luck on your journey.