The Douchebag Collection – douchebag #1
I spoke of meeting people through dating apps before… and I met a few interesting guys, others far from it. For one reason or another, the only word that comes to my mind to describe them is… douchebags… The so called Dubai Douchebags…
Well, I guess first of all we need to understand the meaning of douchebag.
Since I don’t quite know how to define it, I Googled it… and this is what I found out!
“a small syringe for douching the vagina, especially as a contraceptive measure”
“an obnoxious or contemptible person, typically a man”
Since clearly we’re not discussing the first option (good to know, though!), let’s go with the second one.
Then I had to check what does ‘contemptible’ mean:
“despicable, detestable, hateful, reprehensible, deplorable, loathsome, odious, revolting, execrable, unspeakable, heinous, shocking, offensive”
(please let it be more than clear that this was Google research, not my wording here!).
Now, I guess the wording you choose may vary on the experience you have… I don’t choose such strong words for my little douchebags… they all taught me something, it just means something didn’t quite go as I expected and it might have hurt my girlie ego.
I met a guy who was like a kitten… he had big hazelnut eyes, beautiful big smile and we had an amazing conversation. We talked about so many different things… feed my soul and you might have a chance at feeding my body. Anyway, he was like a kitten, really sweet, really honest about life. So I wasn’t really thinking of feeding my body.
I wanted the mind connection. And on my mind, it was there. I felt something was there. We had one coffee and one breakfast and I was in love… (this is the part where you roll your eyes, I understand).
Details like noticing my top’s fabric. Or, and more interestingly, the ‘unusual and beautiful shape of my eyes’. He noticed the way a little girl was staring at me and said ‘that’s the way our babies will look at you’. He kept on babbling about how much I’d love Scotland (and by this time, I definitely would!) and how beautiful our wedding would be… If I believed?… not really, but the way he said it was just too sweet!!
And when you’re so emotional and needy, sweet words are like sugar to an addict (I’m an admitted sugar addict).
So I wanted more. But more never came. Instead I got a message saying he really liked me and therefore would not approach me like a woman but rather as a friend. That’s when it hit me: he was a womanizer and this was common for him, with one clear goal. Which I was not up for!
At first I declined (my female ego was bruised!!) but then I reconsidered as I really rather having an honest friend than a prick and agreed to coffee upon his return. Silence, and yet again, silence.
So I broke the silence (it’s the 21st century people, girls are entitled to break the silence!)
And I said I really would like to be his friend… He replied saying how much that meant to him in a world full of fake people. But he never contacted me again. And I didn’t break the silence a second time, I just let go.
Months later, he started commenting my social media (which had never happened), so I started thinking of him again!
I then came to know through a friend that he was known in the dating app world for his vast experience… and ladies recommended him for a specific end. Wow! I suspected something like that but not to that extent.
So I was really sad. I really believed him to be a nice guy.
If I think it through, I still don’t believe him to be a bad guy. We were looking for different things.
And he might be all of that but truth be said, he did respect me enough to walk away and not include me in the same bag as every other lady.
He was a predator and allowed a pray to escape. Maybe he just wasn’t interested… but predators go for the kill, whatever the pray.
So, still today, I say I believe in the best of him. I don’t think he’s interested in the best of himself though. And that’s hugely disappointing.