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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We could talk for hours, and I caught myself smiling at my phone screen, rereading his messages. With him I felt needed, special.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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 \u2014 coldness and disgust, as if before him was not a woman, but something unpleasant.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I felt my hands shake, but still approached the table, trying not to show it. But he didn\u2019t even try to hide his attitude.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014 What is this you put on yourself? \u2014 he grimaced, staring at my dress. \u2014 All your sides are sticking out, your stomach is visible. Aren\u2019t you disgusted yourself?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I froze, as if something broke inside my chest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014 I put on the best I have, \u2014 I answered quietly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He burst out laughing loudly, so much that people around us turned to look.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014 So this is your best? God, then I\u2019m even afraid to imagine what the rest of your rags look like.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I stood silently, feeling tears come to my eyes, but he didn\u2019t stop:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014 Why did you even write to me? You think guys like me go out with girls like you? I\u2019ll tell you right away: I\u2019m not paying for you. It\u2019s enough that I looked at you in person \u2014 and I already regret it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He spoke loudly, in a sharp, poisonous tone, deliberately so everyone around could hear. His words hit harder than slaps. I couldn\u2019t 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 \u2014 cruel and vile.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014 \u201cSweetheart, I miss you, I want to meet\u2026\u201d \u2014 he mocked me in a disgusting voice. \u2014 And for this you wanted to meet? So I could look at your pathetic face? I\u2019m disgusted to even sit next to you!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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.\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Continuation in the first comment\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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\u2019s muffled laugh was heard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I straightened up, gathering all my pride, and looking at him from top to bottom, coldly said:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014 The man will pay for everything.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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