Hijacking another thread
When I was 20 I dated a girl called Susan. A few months in, I realized that looks weren’t enough and I just wasn’t very interested in her mind. I didn’t want to hurt her by saying this directly, so I broke up with her by telling her she “wasn’t muscular enough to me”
I was also a coward and not sure if it could seem sincere IRL, so I did it through WhatsApp. She was obviously taken aback by this. But that was the point, I wanted to paint myself as a weird guy with weird interests, so it would be easier for her to get over me. She immediately started to ask me a barrage of questions and say she didn’t realize she was too skinny and so on. I apologized and told her it wasn’t her fault — I just can’t feel attraction to a woman with so little muscle
She kept asking me questions but I ended the conversation and told her I had made my final decision. She kept trying to call me over the next few months, but I never responded
A year later, I come across her page and see that she’s been entering powerlifting competitions. She seems to have been training at a local hardcore powerlifting gym, and even got kitted out with a belt, knee wraps and so on. I scroll through her recent media posts and see she deadlifted 375lbs. I wonder what’s going on and think back to the comments I had forgotten all about
Even then, she had nerfed her looks by at least 3 points. From a slim, dancer physique, to starting to become seriously muscular. Her shoulders were a lot wider than before. I wanted to DM her but I held back and told myself this is her path, her passion
1 year later, curiosity gets the better of me and I visit her page. She’s deadlifting 435 now, and just benched 225 for one, without even much of an arch. She looks seriously bulky and strong. I hadn’t been to the gym for a while so I wasn’t even sure if I could bench 225 anymore
Synchronistically, a day later, she DMs me. She says she misses me, and wishes things had been different between us. I tell her I am living abroad right now, and she tells me she needs a holiday since it’s her 21st birthday soon. I encourage her to, since she’s a very hard worker. Then she says “can I come and stay with you for my 21st”
I am not sure what to say. I just tell her I need to check my schedule, and that I have a lot of work. Then she says, “I’m a little different now”, and sends me some bikini pics where she looks incredibly jacked. Broad shouldered with powerful arms. Then she sends me some dress photos clearly angled to show the sheer size of her glutes
I look at them and feel freaked out
“Wow, you are seriously strong now” I say, not wanting to hesitate and make her feel insecure
She sent back the angel emoji
The thing you have to understand about me is that I would rather die than ever compromise my past words, so I found myself in a huge psychological bind
I found myself typing “okay, I am free on June 4th to June 11th”. I don’t know why I did it. She said she was booking her flights now and that she honestly had never felt more excited
I felt a huge pit in my stomach. Raw hollowness. It’s hard to describe. I knew I had been the cause of all this, so needed to man up and do my duty
I met her at the airport in June that year
In the first hour, we went to a bar and she beat me at an arm-wrestle. I acted blank faced and pretended that I wasn’t giving my all, but in reality I was. She didn’t just beat me. She smashed my hand into the table
The week passed, and my guilt grew as she described how much effort she had put into training, diet and mindset. She kept thanking me for the realizations, for being a “challenge” to her to be a better/fitter person
I respected her sincere effort, just not the outcome
She told me she wanted to stay longer. I couldn’t say no. I felt too guilty. It was all because of me
She cancelled her flight home
Then a week turned into a month, turned into a year, turned into more
Then she asked me to marry her
We are married now, and she deadlifts 500lbs
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