On our first date the man called me fat and pathetic and humiliated me in front of the whole restaurant β but my revenge made him regret everything π¨π’
I met him on a dating site. He seemed like the man I had been waiting for: cultured, polite, able to write beautiful messages and court me with words.
We could talk for hours, and I caught myself smiling at my phone as I reread his messages. With him I felt needed, special.
When he finally asked me out, I said yes without hesitation. My heart was pounding; I prepared carefully: I put on my best dress, curled my hair, did my makeup. I thought this evening would change my life.
I entered the restaurant with a slight smile, trying to look confident. But the moment I saw him at the table everything changed. He greeted me not with joy or warmth but with a long, contemptuous look that scanned me from head to toe. In his eyes there was coldness and disgust, as if he were looking at something unpleasant rather than a woman.
I felt my hands trembling, but I still went to the table trying not to show it. He didnβt even bother to hide his attitude.
βWhat did you even put on?β he sneered, eyeing my dress. βYour sides are bulging, your stomach shows. Arenβt you ashamed?β
I froze; it felt like something inside my chest had broken.
βI wore the best I have,β I answered quietly.
He burst out laughing loudly so that the neighboring tables turned to look at us.
βSo thatβs your best? My God β I donβt even want to imagine what other rags you have.β
I stood there with tears welling up, and he didnβt stop:
βWhy did you even message me? Do you think men like me go out with women like you? Let me be clear: Iβm not going to pay for you. Itβs enough that I saw you in person β and I already regret it.β
He spoke loudly, sharply, venomously, on purpose so everyone could hear. His words hit harder than slaps. I couldnβt understand β was this the same man I had talked to at night? The one who wrote about romance, dreams, and said he liked me? Sitting in front of me was a completely different person β cruel and disgusting.
ββBaby, I miss you, I want to see youβ¦ββ he mocked in a revolting voice. βAnd thatβs why you wanted to meet? So I could look at your pathetic face? It disgusts me even to sit next to you!β
At that moment something clicked inside me. Instead of tears, anger came. I didnβt want to be his victim anymore. And unexpectedly even to myself, I did something I do not regret at all. Watch: [in comment] – Made with AI