This has to be one of the most dreaded questions of womankind to mankind.
I have been asked this before by various loves of mine and the reaction depends upon the woman in question. In truth, I am very bad at guessing weight… period.
With logical ones (most logical ones do not ask this), I tell them the truth, whatever it may be.
With most of them it is something along the lines of this:
me: No, dear, you look lovely. Wear what makes you happy.
her: Oh come on now, tell me the truth
me: Seriously, you look lovely.
her: how many pounds have I gained?
me: <<sweating bullets and trying to remember her last weight>> 145 or so.
her: <<glaring at me silently>>
me: <<knowing I am going to sleep on the couch if this is not right…>> 140 or so.
her if I get it right: I love you so!
her if I get it wrong: <<the glare of death>> You think I am fat!
me: <<sighs, knowing it is fruitless>> I do not, you are truly lovely!
... etc.