I never, ever dated or hooked up with a woman much bigger than I am, unhappily. Even if I really would like to, though.
For some random set of ever-repeatitive patterns I still have some annoyance to let figure out by myself then simply dodge out, the fatter locals from where I live are the bigger are my chances-- or whether, thereof lack of - to consistently, while accosting, fall on a more exclusive picture about any single trouble I had with lesser figured hookups: neurotics with deep seated whatsoever issues, bipolars, self-absorbed gold diggers, snobby brats, temperemental attention seekers, widely infamous ex-college b-words who still acts like then, gold diggers and snobs again, ratchets, neurotics or bipolars too much entitled themselves, cougars, hollier-than-thou wannabees, racists... or worst, the ones who seemed flawlessly devoid to any of these aformentioned defaults but revealed to be either engaged to someone else or simply not interested.
Still, since I have a tall, quite vigorous built without being not truly flabby nor strapping yet and that my poundage fluctuates often, finding a woman with such size contrast meant she have to be likely one of those up to be full-fledged fat since even very plumped-up (say alone, clinically lesser obese) women when they walk alongside I looks like what clinically "normal"-weighted or lesser "overweight" women might look alongside skinny athletic guys.
As I already hooked up with a then svelte-but-turned-almost-obese girl once then enticed for years one of my own friends to let her feedee penchants take the upper hand on her morals with such devotion that she'd momentarily experienced nascent subway turnstile issues, I am perfectly beknowst about my word.