The More Weight I Lose, The More Fat Jokes I Hear: A Dating
StoryS  When my first and only long-term relationship ended
toward the end of 2012, I was warned that I would likely do one
or more of the following at my ex: date at him, eat at him,
exercise at him or shop at him.  And though he had no Facebook
account and we have very few friends in common for him to find
about any of the above, I dove headlong into the dating and
exercise variations of imaginary vengeance. I got a Living
Social deal to a bootcamp and willingly entered that special
circle of Hell where self-esteem goes to either flourish or die:
OKCupid.  Bootcamp made me feel and look better almost
immediately. Having settled into a work-dinner-Netflix-bed-
routine, I had made little time for exercise during my
relationship so my new friendship with endorphins and
kettlebells was awesome.  OKCupid was...not endorphin-producing.
This site has covered OKCupid up and down so I assume people are
familiar enough with its many terrors that I don't need