Things will start happening when you stop looking usually.

That's what happened to me the first time I got into a semi-serious relationship with an FFA. Sadly it was long distance and because of that it didn't quite pan out.

But just keep your eyes open and you'll find something.

...But grass is bleh D:

I've busted buttons on several occasions, when I bust shirt buttons it's usually because I'm trying on old dress-shirts that are hopelessly small. I button them up to get that lovely "puckered fabric" look. And then I sit down...and the buttons fly off. Sooo I guess you could call that semi-intentional.

With pants it's never intentional, and it's generally after I've had a lot to eat. And I've done that on several different pairs of pants. Though most often when my, shall we say, enormity renders jeans unwearable it's because they've torn along the thigh rather than having the button bust off.

I could probably walk away with around 300 dollars. My biggest pizza stuffing was 31 slices of pizza *and that's with pasta and bread-sticks*

I'd be down for this, I've actually had the pleasure of being on the receiving end before. It's a very good feeling. *misty eyed*

Sounds kinda fun. As long as I get to get out every once in a while.

I'm fairly certain that the Kryptonite analogy was meant in the same sense that people talk about food being a weakness.

I/e my food-weakness is cheesecake brownies. Among other things.

I'm a male gainer/foodee/feedee, and in my time here I've only encountered one female feeder who I actually knew for a fact was anorexic. I didn't get along too well with her because her fascination was partly borne of disgust. But anyway, I've also encountered dozens of other female feeders who appeared, at least outwardly, to have totally healthy relationships with food.

My two cents.

At the moment, I'm listening to "Come Together" by the ever-famous Beatles.