"I want to make sure you're hot enough..."
I had been going out with this fckboy all summer 2016. He was handsome, athletic, took me out on nice dates, and always paid for everything. But despite all of this, I always found myself cringing at some of the things he did and said. Like how he would say rude comments about my friends outfits and even their weight or how he wouldn’t disagree with me when I would say that I needed to lose a few pounds. After a while, those things started piling up, and I ended it.
A couple months went by and I was starting to forget why we ended. Maybe I was bored or maybe I was lonely, but wherever the uncertainty lied led to me agreeing to see this fckboy again. Fast-forward to two weeks later, and we were getting drinks after work. The night ended with me having a few too many drinks and l let him kiss me at the bar. In the morning, facing my horrible hangover, I also had to face the fact that I was completely confused about how the date went and how I felt about him.
A week later we went on a date and I decided not to drink, hoping that it would help me figure out if maybe I had been too harsh in the summer or if he had changed. Here’s how the date went:
First he ordered us a bottle of wine after I told him that I didn’t want to drink. Then he was rude to our waitress, and completely embarrassed me by trying to stick his tongue down my throat in front of the whole restaurant. (His excuse btw was that “people like watching hot people make out”). He then proceeded to tell me that I seemed “lost” and that I “needed him”. He also asked me about my job, but quickly added in that I shouldn’t worry about my career and that I should worry more about looking pretty for him. After he paid the bill, he ordered me an Uber and I headed home, in shock of how horrible the night had gone.
But the night couldn’t end without a text goodnight, right? So when I saw my phone glowing on my bedside table, I rolled over, opened the text and read the following from the fckboy himself:
"Do guys still go for you?"
"Yeah... why?"
"I want to make sure you're hot enough and that your personality wasn't just confusing me"
That moment took me right back to how I felt that entire summer with him: Embarrassed, constantly biting my tongue, and extremely self-conscious. However once that moment passed, I picked my jaw up off the floor, deleted his number, and haven’t spoken to him since.
To that fckboy,
- I did not and will not ever NEED you.
- Do not take pictures of your parents’ cars and pretend that they are yours; it’s lame and embarrassing.
- Yes guys still go after me, but I only go after the MEN with the great personalities. You are doing it wrong.
- The memes you tagged me in were stupid.