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 walked into 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 were dealing with something unpleasant, not a woman.
I felt my hands tremble, but I still approached the table, trying not to show it. However, he didn’t even try to hide his attitude.
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.
“What are you wearing?” he grimaced, examining my dress. “Your sides are all sticking out, your belly is showing. Aren’t you disgusted?”
I froze, as if something had snapped in my chest.
“I’m wearing the best clothes 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 it is.”
I stood there, 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 to see 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 my nights talking to? 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, a 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 didn’t want to be his victim anymore. And unexpectedly, I did something I don’t regret at all. 😨😱 Continued 👇👇
A waiter walked 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 all 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:
“A 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.
