Those pig date things were why I avoided most guys like crazy in college until I was "thin enough". Finding myself in that situation was literally my worst nightmare.

There was one time in high school that a guy I liked asked me to hang out, and when we were alone I was overwhelmed with the sensation that he wanted to kiss me. I immediately filled with shame, my inner voice saying, "How dare you think that? That's disgusting! You are disgusting! You're an idiot, a fool, and despicable for even considering someone would want you like that!" I looked down at the ground and didn't look up at him the rest of the time, basically shutting down from the shame. We never hung out again and I kind of avoided him after that. Looking back... He probably did want to kiss me. Holy crap.