This followed a conversation about “settling” instigated by this awful article (thoroughly picked apart on Pandagon so I don’t feel like I have to do it, though I might anyway if I can bring myself to read the whole thing). Dan had been musing about whether it was even possible to feel irrevocably physically disgusted by someone you had a genuine emotional and mental connection with, provided they weren’t smelly.
FJ: I certainly can’t understand people who are like “it’s okay to break up with your wife if she gets fat because then she got you to marry her under false pretenses.” I mean, I wouldn’t leave you even if you got horribly disfigured, because I actually like you.
Dan: Oh, I already did.
FJ: You look okay to me.
Dan: No, I was a little skinny guy before the accident. I had a collision with a butter truck and it all went down my throat.
FJ: I’m blogging that.
Dan: It’s tragic. My hair grew ten inches that day.