I met him on a dating site. He seemed to me exactly the man I had been waiting for: intelligent, polite, able to write beautifully and court with words.
We could talk for hours, and I caught myself smiling at my phone screen, rereading his messages. With him I felt needed, special.
When he finally asked me out, I agreed without hesitation. My heart was pounding wildly, I prepared carefully: chose my best dress, curled my hair, did my makeup. It seemed to me that this evening would change my life.
I walked into the restaurant with a light smile, trying to look confident. But as soon as I saw him at the table, everything changed. He greeted me not with joy or warmth, but with a long scornful look sliding over me from bottom to top. In his eyes — coldness and disgust, as if before him was not a woman, but something unpleasant.
I felt my hands shake, but still approached the table, trying not to show it. But he didn’t even try to hide his attitude.
— What is this you put on yourself? — he grimaced, staring at my dress. — All your sides are sticking out, your stomach is visible. Aren’t you disgusted yourself?
I froze, as if something broke inside my chest.
— I put on the best I have, — I answered quietly.
He burst out laughing loudly, so much that people around us turned to look.
— So this is your best? God, then I’m even afraid to imagine what the rest of your rags look like.
I stood silently, feeling tears come to my eyes, but he didn’t stop:
— Why did you even write to me? You think guys like me go out with girls like you? I’ll tell you right away: I’m not paying for you. It’s enough that I looked at you in person — and I already regret it.
He spoke loudly, in a sharp, poisonous tone, deliberately so everyone around could hear. His words hit harder than slaps. I couldn’t understand: was this the same man I had talked with at night? The one who wrote about romance, dreams, and said he liked me? Before me sat a completely different person — cruel and vile.
— “Sweetheart, I miss you, I want to meet…” — he mocked me in a disgusting voice. — And for this you wanted to meet? So I could look at your pathetic face? I’m disgusted to even sit next to you!
At that moment something clicked inside me. Instead of tears, anger came. I no longer wanted to be his victim. And suddenly, even to myself, I did something I absolutely do not regret.
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A waiter was passing by with a tray, on which a steaming bowl of red, spicy tom yum was sitting. I quickly grabbed it right off the tray, and before he even had time to understand what was happening, I poured the entire contents over his head.
A shriek rang out, screams, he jumped up, grabbing his face, and the whole hall filled with the smell of spices and hot seasonings. People froze, then someone’s muffled laugh was heard.
I straightened up, gathering all my pride, and looking at him from top to bottom, coldly said:
— 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, under the laughter and astonished looks of the guests.
