Dating large lovely

LA is the national headquarters for the super-fit and the stunningly beautiful.Seemingly perfect-looking people flock here from all corners of the earth, whether for the lure of Hollywood glamour or the glorious weather and sprawling beaches.By now I hope we can all agree that Valentine’s Day is, well, a little bit silly.The last time I stressed out over this alleged holiday was in fifth grade, when the printer ran out of ink in the middle of printing cards for my classmates.I’ve got good legs and I’ve been told I have a “great ass”, but I wouldn’t say the rest of my body qualifies as toned.Needless to say, I select average and move on to the next question……So, a few days pass by and I’m confident in my body choice selection.

Do women who marry very poorly endowed men end up regretting it?

If I let him go, what should I tell him that won't absolutely crush him?

Dear Little, Your wonderful guy was cruelly shafted, and it's sad to think that a relationship that seemed to have everything may be doomed because of a teeny-weeny problem.

That is until so-called “average” men start contacting me.

To put it as nicely as possible, it has been brought to my attention that men have an entirely different understanding of the word “average.” As I said, emails like this one from Kelly have been common over the last week, and I agree with the general thrust of her argument: people lie like rugs.

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