Every available hot girl is guarded by an overweight, unattractive
female friend who controls access. Direct a question to one, expect it to be answered by both. Invite her to a meal, book a table for three. It's a package deal - for now - just figure how to get this friend away, even for a little time, and the prize is yours...it seems. She seems sweet, romantic and ready, but her friend dampens any occasion to an ordinary, social, non-romantic outing for three.
Her friend is a bland, bloated "hanger on" fruit who feigns sweetness, but is tartly near toxic to your potential
relationship. Allegorically similar to the botanical, yucky, sticky, fat fruit "gooseberry" that spoils a tasty harvest.
Best advice - plan a blind date, but bring your challenged, overweight, horny,
Neanderthal cousin to "sort out" her "gooseberry" mate for a few minutes alone.
Hot Girl: "I've been invited on a date but
don't want to go alone in case I get turned on and have sex with him"
Obese, Unattractive Friend: "I'll come too. That way he'll have to feed and entertain both of us, but never get you alone to molest. Makes me a GOOSEBERRY spoiling his intentions, pirating your intimacy, but you're just leading him on, suckering up his resources anyway."
Hot Girl: "Yes, this is correct. Rather than tell him outright there is no sexual advantage to his gifts, he will realise my tag along GOOSEBERRY friend, who he has
substantially dined, has reduced his amour anyway and confronted the
relationship. Thank you, my ugly, gluttonous, protective companion always ready to spoil a young man's advance on me."
Obese, Unattractive Friend: "Always of service, my Sister, to frustrate male desire and your social advancement in such"
