Some men are total jerks…
This may sound like an evidence to some of you, but to my defense, I used to be a very naive younger-me, that thought that there was a good side to all people, if you knew where to look.
I understood that there were total assholes out there, one particular evening.
But let’s rewind a little farther back in time, first.
In my early early twenties, just like most young adults, I was seeking companionship pretty intensely. Not desperately, mind you, but still. I used The Internets a lot to get in touch with people, and I did make a number of chance encounters that way.
But it never ”clicked”.
I wasn’t the pretty girl kind, I knew it, but I hoped (some) men could get over it. Yes, I was morbidly obese, and not the cutest around… But I thought I had so much more to offer, that I always remained honest about my looks, and I kept looking around.
Until I met this guy… Let’s call him Dumbass (affectionnately). Dumbass and I spent quite some time chatting online. He was (from his pictures) a very handsome Asian guy, and we had a lot of fun exchanging online. He didn’t seem to mind my size at all, which seemed like a good sign.
With hormones kicking in, after a while, we both felt like taking our ”relationship” a step forward. He lived in Montréal, about an hour an a half away from home, which wasn’t too bad. We agreed to meet one evening, after one of his hockey games (yes, he was a goaler, I -oops- forgot to mention that).
I groomed up, and drove to the arena where Dumbass was playing (little footnote: back then, I had absolutely NO interest in hockey). I patiently waited for the end of the game, and went to the main entry to meet at long last.
I waited and waited. People all walked out until the arena’s janitor locked the door.
And that’s when I spotted Dumbass’ Audi getting ready to leave the place. I raced, as fast as I could to my less than impressive Ford Escort, and managed to pull beside him at the street lights. I waved, but for some reason, he didn’t seem to notice me.
I followed Dumbass for a while, until we got on the highway. At that moment, he obviously tried to outrun me.
I finally understood. He had seen me… Decided he wasn’t interested afterall, and had decided to sneak away. But Dumbass didn’t know me all that well. I am a skilled driver, and managed to follow him, until he tried to get off of the highway, and blend into a nearby neighbourhood. When I found his car, parked on the side of the road, I pulled in, right next to it… Making it impossible for him to drive away.
Trapped, he had to face me after this absurd chase. When I walked to his door, I caught him reaching for a baseball bat, on his backseat.
Up to this point, I was considering the benefit of a doubt.
But clearly seeing the bat in his hand, I had an epiphany… He was just an asshole. Period.
I was just an overweight girl, easy to runaway from, and he was an athletic man. What could he fear??
I could be bitter. I am not. There are great men out in the world, but believe me… I stay away from Dumbasses.
What about you? What’s a lesson you learnt the hard way? If you’d like to read about Marquessa’s thoughts about this, click here.