On our first date, a man called me fat and pathetic and humiliated me in front of the entire restaurant: but my revenge made him regret everything 😨😢
I met him on a dating site. He seemed like exactly the man I’d been waiting for: intelligent, polite, able to write beautifully and woo with words.
On our first date, a man called me fat and pathetic and humiliated me in front of the entire restaurant: but my revenge made him regret everything.
We could talk for hours on end, and I caught myself smiling at my phone screen as I reread his messages. With him, I felt needed, special.
When he finally asked me out, I accepted without hesitation. My heart was pounding, and I carefully prepared: I chose my best dress, curled my hair, and put on my makeup. I felt like this evening would change my life.
I entered the restaurant with a slight smile, trying to appear confident. But as soon as I saw him at the table, everything changed. He greeted me neither with joy nor warmth, but with a long, disdainful gaze, sliding up and down me. His eyes were cold and disgusted, as if he saw something unpleasant rather than a woman.
I felt my hands tremble, but I approached the table anyway, trying not to show it. However, he didn’t even try to hide his attitude.
“What are you wearing?” he grimaced, examining my dress. “Your hips are all sticking out, your belly’s showing. Aren’t you disgusted?”
I froze, as if something had snapped in my chest.
“I’m wearing the best I own,” I replied quietly.
He burst out laughing, so loudly that everyone in the room turned to look at us.
“So, this is your best? My God, then I can’t even imagine what the rest of you are wearing.”
I stood there, feeling tears welling up in my eyes, but he didn’t stop:
“Why did you even write to me? Do you think people like me date people like you? I’ll tell you right now: I’m not going to pay for you. It’s enough for me that I saw you in person—and I already regret it.”
He spoke loudly, in a harsh, venomous tone, deliberately making sure everyone around him could hear. His words hit harder than slaps. I couldn’t understand: was this the same man I’d spent nights talking to before? The one who wrote about romance, dreams, and how he liked me? A completely different person sat before me—cruel and vile.
On our first date, the man called me fat and pathetic and humiliated me in front of the entire restaurant: but my revenge made him regret everything.
“Darling, I miss you, I want to see you…” he mimicked me in a nasty voice. “And that’s why you wanted to see me? So I could look at your pathetic face? I’m disgusted even sitting next to you!”
At that moment, something inside me snapped. Instead of tears, anger came. I no longer wanted to be his victim. And unexpectedly, I did something I don’t regret at all. 😨😱 Continued 👇👇
A waiter passed by with a tray containing a steaming bowl of red, spicy tom yum. I abruptly snatched it straight from the tray, and before he could even comprehend what was happening, I poured the entire contents over his head.
There was a squeal and a shout, he jumped up, clutching his face, and the smell of spices and hot herbs filled the entire room. People froze, then someone chuckled.
I straightened up, summoning all my pride, and, looking down at him, said coldly:
“The man will pay for everything.”
And, raising my head, I slowly and confidently walked out of the restaurant, leaving him in his wet suit, to the laughter and surprised glances of the guests.
