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The original was posted on /r/sex by /u/Sufficient-Ice503 on 2023-10-05 02:35:48.

I know this story is far out there and no one will probably believe me, but unfortunately this did happen. Two weeks ago I went on a first date with a woman I met on Hinge. After the date ended she found out I Ubered to the bar and she offered to drive me home. I figured I might as well save $20 and I let her take me. When we got to my place she invited herself in, one thing led to another, and we wound up hooking up. Unfortunately for me, it was not a good experience. She commented on multiple insecurities of mine and I can’t get it out of my head now.

• When she went to take off my jeans she let out a sigh and said “all right, lets see what we’re working with now”. I immediately got super nervous because I knew she was going to judge me. I gave out a nervous chuckle and just said “not much I’m really sorry”.

• We were going at it and she asked me to use my fingers instead because they were thicker.

• When we finished I was too nervous to ask her to leave and we were laying in my bed for like 1.5 hours. At one point she went, “Can I ask you a question? Did you previously lose a lot of weight?”. I told her I did and asked her how she knew. She said “I can see the loose skin on your stomach” and proceeded to pinch my stomach.

• While we were laying in bed she asked me how many people I’ve been with. I tried to avoid the question but she persisted, and I eventually just told her I don’t have much experience (the truth). She proceeded to tell me about the guys she has been with, along with the biggest guy she’s been with. Who if she was being truthful about, is literally double me.

After what felt like an eternity she said she had work in the morning and she had to leave. I texted her the next day thanking her for a good time but saying I didn’t think the connection was what I was looking for. I didn’t think it’d be productive to ask what her problem was, so I left it at that.

Since then I just can’t get everything she said/did out of my head. I told my therapist about it, and she apologized and said I ran into the most bizarre woman in the city, and that she promises most women would not do or say that. But to be honest, that isn’t very helpful. I feel like now if I’m ever with someone again, I’m going to have to be worried about if they’re actually grossed out by my loose skin, or disappointed with what I have, or if they’re judging me like she did.