I see huge differences between having civvie sex with a larger woman, dating a larger woman, marrying one, and paying for it.
My curse in life is that I'm a 'fat chick magnet'. I have the personality type where I could dominate a room, but I chose not to. If I'm at a party with 100 people, I'd probably interact with five or six of them for 95% of my time, often off in a corner, because most of the people there don't interest me intellectually. I often have long one on one conversations with a one person, and tune everyone else out. This isn't me doing an act for a captive audience; it's both listening and talking civilly, in turns. I had experience in debating in high school, so I know how to keep my mouth shut for extended periods. That's just how I do it, and how other guys do it doesn't concern me. I have advantages in some areas, and they in others.
The problem that always came up is that some larger woman would think that the conversation was flirting, and she'd accept my offer, if I made it; like the relationship between Charlie Brown's younger sister Sally and Linus. I'd be interested in knowing them on a friendly basis, but not a romantic one, because I'd see that as settling, from my point of view. When I've banged civvie chicks who were larger than my preference, it was only because I had made it clear i advance, that this wasn't the start of a relationship. Some were offended by my honesty, and some were relieved, because they could be completely sure that I would not misinterpret them. I was a 'safe' man, but not what is sometimes referred to as '
a woman's fag ' who is more like a comfort animal companion that an object of desire.
I've also never been a 'one night stand' guy, more interested in accruing bed post notches or statistics updated in an excel spreadsheet. When the limits of a relationship are established, and accepted by both parties, it's all good. When one wants more than the other is willing to offer, things will eventually end badly. I'd rather have a lifelong friend than a memory of a bad choice, or an obligation to keep my part of a bargain I chose in haste.
I've never seen this Rockpalast live version before, but after watching the first two minutes, I know I'd prefer the one from The Old Grey Whistle Test. The Link is here:
Meat Loaf Paradise By The Dashboard Light
archive.org
but many people wouldn't click in it because it doesn't have a YouTube video thumbnail, rather than a link to a site with way better selection, and no ads or algorithm choice selections.
Clich here to watch online
For those who would want to save a copy in DVD/ .VOB quality,
Click here instead
If you're reading on a phone, and you don't actually have a computer, news flash: your cell phone is not a computer; it's an internet portal with a camera. Saving data is incompatible with the streaming mindset.
The OWGT was a UK music show. The performances were live, but not filmed in concert. The bands performed in front of an audience of camera operators and sound technicians as opposed to one of paying customers high on weed. (this was from 1978), so the volume would have been less amplified, the sound would be more clear, and nobody would jump onstage to make it all about them. The two different types of live performance cater to different audiences, but the OGWT was a TV show, not a concert. Typically a band would perform only one song. The bands would either be from the UK/ Europe, or North American bands on UK tours. There was no equivalent show on US Network television.
England is small enough that a band could perform in the late afternoon on TV in London, and also have a concert gig some distance away, while traveling on roads. North American cities are far enough apart that a tour bus ride would take many hours, or an airplane would be needed.
I know of one case where Rush played in Germany then performed in Tuscon, Arizona the following night. I'm not going to track that down for you, but someone interested could find the information for themself on setlist.fm
There are probably some people who have never used to address bar to manually type an Internet url. I have a sister somewhat like that. She'd go to google and type in the address she wanted to go to, and the top result would be the site she asked for by name. She didn't realize that she could do that without using google, and it was no longer necessary to type the http// and the www. parts, as had been the case during the Windows 95 era. She didn't want me teach her new tricks, probably because she's an old dog, but won't admit it to herself. Many '50's era Boomers are like that, but there are fewer and fewer of them each year. Amen to that. They are the real enemy, but they've convinced young people that it's someone else.