Girls and boys, listen up.
Manorexia is spreading in this city like a genital disease among swingers.
Example #1: At a seafood restaurant where all we had to eat were miniscule mussels, a date reportedly said "I don't eat bread." You can imagine my consternation.
Example #2: "This food is amazing!" followed by a helping of exactly one serving. Really? I proceeded to shovel down.
Moral of the Story: Unless you can share a common love of starvation, don't date a manorexic.
Corollary Moral of the Story: The manorexic will tell you things like: "I just ate," or "I'm trying to get into a more balanced lifestyle of diet and exercise." Translation: I am a manorexic.
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