The local pub had just reopened after month of refurbishement, so we went celebrating with my flatmates.
As soon i walked in, I saw him, gorgeous of course, he looked like one of Calvin klein's models.
I introduce myself to him, we talked, and started to date. One thing I loved about him, he was taking things really slowly.
We saw each other a fews times, he was really easy to be with, with this magical smile.
One day he called me and said that's his best friend was coming over from Hungaria, and he wanted me to meet him.
So we went out three of us. We went into a famous club in London. He went to the toilets and never came back, so i went looking for him.
I saw him sitting down on a sofa, with a blondie in his arms litteraly over him. He looked at me, smiling with a face meaning " i don't know what's happening".
I sat down close to his best friend and asked him what was he doing?
He said that they met those girls to share te cab, and that i shouldn't worry cause he told him that he loved me....?????
so we shared the cab,and went into another club but the blondie was all over William, who was seriously ignoring me.
I sat down on a bar chair, and he came over to check on me.
I said i wasn't really good, that i didn't understand his behaviour, to what he reply he just wanted to have fun.
I looked at him, replying that i believed we were having fun together
"Baby, you're the woman i would want to marry, and i'm too young now, the blondie is nice and funny, can I?"
Julian
He dated my friends sister briefly a month before we got together. Never knew exactly why they broke up... but I can pretty much guess now that it's because he is such a narcisitic, lying, egotistical, horny bastard!
We actually had a very good relationship for around seven months, well, except for the fact that he was very strict about keeping it secret. Now I know it's not because he didn't want people gossiping about us but because he didn't want other girls to know he was off the market! He broke up with me for some girl he'd had a crush on for a couple years. A week after he was dating her he put the moves on me... and, ladies, I know it was partly my fault, but he was such a sweet talker! Before I knew it I was the other woman!
He did leave her after a few months since they lived too far away from each other to make it work. After that he came back to me... only to leave me! I had forgiven him for everything! Breaking up with me the first time, treating me like crap, going to the movies with another girl instead of visiting me while I recovered from surgery... We were supposed to have a clean slate! After I had pretty much given up all the dignity I had he had the nerve to say he had just been using me and break up with me!
He still sends me texts from time to time, but I know better than to get sucked back into that. Hmph! I feel sorry for the next gal that goes out with him!
We actually had a very good relationship for around seven months, well, except for the fact that he was very strict about keeping it secret. Now I know it's not because he didn't want people gossiping about us but because he didn't want other girls to know he was off the market! He broke up with me for some girl he'd had a crush on for a couple years. A week after he was dating her he put the moves on me... and, ladies, I know it was partly my fault, but he was such a sweet talker! Before I knew it I was the other woman!
He did leave her after a few months since they lived too far away from each other to make it work. After that he came back to me... only to leave me! I had forgiven him for everything! Breaking up with me the first time, treating me like crap, going to the movies with another girl instead of visiting me while I recovered from surgery... We were supposed to have a clean slate! After I had pretty much given up all the dignity I had he had the nerve to say he had just been using me and break up with me!
He still sends me texts from time to time, but I know better than to get sucked back into that. Hmph! I feel sorry for the next gal that goes out with him!
Sean
We both worked on bars at a very well known holiday camp in Bognor and were both 20. When we first got together he was so sweet and even on one night held me hair for me while I threw up through too much drink! Everything was going great until 3 months down the line I got a stomach bug and was really ill couldn't even get out of bed or at one point move from the toilet (Too much info there probably) but anyway while I was ill he didn't even come to see me until I started to feel slightly better when he came round he had a sheepish look on his face and went on to tell me that he thought we should end it as he has started seeing someone else as he didn't like being alone for the week I had been ill?!?!?!? What the hell!!! I wished I was fully better as I'd have socked him one in the face!! But when I finally did feel better to top it off he then came in to the bar I worked at with the new girlfriend to try and make friends!! Erm..... No!!
Sailor Stevie
So I’ll keep this short & sweet as that’s exactly how it was, well it was actually short & bitter!
I got swept of my feet by a Sailor; he was a Captain of a Yacht in the Virgin Islands (glamour screaming at me!) Sailor Stevie as I called him (yuk!) invited me out to spend time on “his” boat over Christmas & New Year in 2008. He was so amazing, totally into me & lavishing me with gifts & showering me with affection, bliss...
After a month sailing the breathtaking Virgin Islands, I returned to the UK feeling positive & content about our blissful relationship, he was returning a few weeks later & we would resume back in the UK.
2 Weeks passed & I’d not heard from Sailor Stevie, not uncommon, as at Sea; keeping in contact can be infrequent.
However, my next form of communication was from a major tabloid paper, Sailor Stevie had eloped with a well known celebrities wife!
No Sorry or it wasn’t working out, just front page news. Needless to say I am naming that bastard!
I got swept of my feet by a Sailor; he was a Captain of a Yacht in the Virgin Islands (glamour screaming at me!) Sailor Stevie as I called him (yuk!) invited me out to spend time on “his” boat over Christmas & New Year in 2008. He was so amazing, totally into me & lavishing me with gifts & showering me with affection, bliss...
After a month sailing the breathtaking Virgin Islands, I returned to the UK feeling positive & content about our blissful relationship, he was returning a few weeks later & we would resume back in the UK.
2 Weeks passed & I’d not heard from Sailor Stevie, not uncommon, as at Sea; keeping in contact can be infrequent.
However, my next form of communication was from a major tabloid paper, Sailor Stevie had eloped with a well known celebrities wife!
No Sorry or it wasn’t working out, just front page news. Needless to say I am naming that bastard!
Roger
Roger seemed perfect. Good-looking, tall (tall goes a long way in my book), very clever with a great job, etc. I met him through work. He sent aweseome emails, I was totally head over heels.
On the third date he admitted he had a girlfriend, on the fourth that she was still living with him, on the fifth that she was his wife.
I didn't go for a sixth date but its probably safe to assume they had dogs/children/etc.
On the third date he admitted he had a girlfriend, on the fourth that she was still living with him, on the fifth that she was his wife.
I didn't go for a sixth date but its probably safe to assume they had dogs/children/etc.
Greg
He was actually a colleague of my Mum's from many years ago but what I remember of him is that he was a businessman and a ladies man. He had a new woman every few months, was very sporty and competitive as well (which is a sign of arrogance and a possible bastard in my experience)! He was a charmer and a bit sleazy - one of those types of guys that would eye you up and down and undress you with his eyes! He had a certain charm and a way of putting an idea in your head and making you think it was yours.
Phil
After 6 blissful months of going out and good times together, Aussie Phil was heading off traveling on a pre planned trip around Europe. Having met my family, had a teary goodbye, he told me we would meet in Athens in 2 months time and then he was coming back to London for good to be with me after a short trip back to Australia.
After 2 weeks of no contact I believed his inner Aussie Walkabout gene must have kicked in. By 1 month of no contact, me emailing and calling him to no response my Bastard Radar started to kick in. By Month 2, without even a text on my birthday, with as much dignity as I could, I dumped myself by voicemail and email. As well as some of his stuff I was looking after his plane ticket back to Oz and rather than burning it on a BBQ, I posted it back to his flatmate in a tear stained envelope. By Month 3, he was back in London and called me asking if we could meet up. I asked him to give me one reason why I should meet him, he said forget it, hung up on me and I never heard from him again. Bastard. Bastard. Bastard.
After 2 weeks of no contact I believed his inner Aussie Walkabout gene must have kicked in. By 1 month of no contact, me emailing and calling him to no response my Bastard Radar started to kick in. By Month 2, without even a text on my birthday, with as much dignity as I could, I dumped myself by voicemail and email. As well as some of his stuff I was looking after his plane ticket back to Oz and rather than burning it on a BBQ, I posted it back to his flatmate in a tear stained envelope. By Month 3, he was back in London and called me asking if we could meet up. I asked him to give me one reason why I should meet him, he said forget it, hung up on me and I never heard from him again. Bastard. Bastard. Bastard.
Scott
Having gallantly dumped his current girlfriend before anything happened between us, we dully 'sealed the deal' at the office summer party with a kiss. Alarm bells should have been ringing when, by the following week, he had told the rest of the office we were an 'item'.
Three weeks later, whilst sitting 5 metres from my desk he dully dumped me by email. Bastard. Apparently he felt bad about splitting up with his ex and wanted to give it another go with her.
Revenge is sweet as 3 months later, I got promoted and he was in my team. Needless to say I subtely made sure he was dealing with the most painful clients. By the following 3 months, drunk in a taxi he told me he had made the biggest mistake of his life, I kissed him goodnight, got out the cab and told him too late as I no longer dated bastards. Bastard.
Three weeks later, whilst sitting 5 metres from my desk he dully dumped me by email. Bastard. Apparently he felt bad about splitting up with his ex and wanted to give it another go with her.
Revenge is sweet as 3 months later, I got promoted and he was in my team. Needless to say I subtely made sure he was dealing with the most painful clients. By the following 3 months, drunk in a taxi he told me he had made the biggest mistake of his life, I kissed him goodnight, got out the cab and told him too late as I no longer dated bastards. Bastard.
Fabio (yes, Fabio)
Fabio (do I need to say more?!) Italian and raised by his grandparents (yes alarm bells should be ringing!).
We met when I was in Australia on a year working holiday visa (I ended up doing this after being dumped by another bastardo Ian but that's another story).
Nothing happened (except very sweet hand holding in secret) until after I finished the project and had confided in him the reasons why I was in Australia and that I wanted a break from men (my own dating sabbatical).
He was so charming and such a gentleman, we went away for a week and had an awesome time together and he told me how he wanted to be with me but his grandmother didn't like the idea of me (english and non catholic) and didn't want to meet me.
Eventually I met her, I was better than she imagined but still clearly not good enough for her darling Fabio, he even told me that (which was lovely to hear!).
Anyway, time passed we talked about getting married etc. He'd said his family were against us but he'd made his choice and was sticking to it and he couldn't imagine being without me, I was his soul mate, his drive to achieve more, how I'd be such a good mother blah, blah, blah.
And then came the email............
He can't deal with my past (the fact that he's not the first man), he's too young and isn't ready to settle down yet (it was him that instigated most of those talks!), I'm not catholic or Italian, it would never work, we have nothing in common and basically that there is nothing to our relationship.
Cockmonkeybastardo!! And he still has my nintendo ds!
We met when I was in Australia on a year working holiday visa (I ended up doing this after being dumped by another bastardo Ian but that's another story).
Nothing happened (except very sweet hand holding in secret) until after I finished the project and had confided in him the reasons why I was in Australia and that I wanted a break from men (my own dating sabbatical).
He was so charming and such a gentleman, we went away for a week and had an awesome time together and he told me how he wanted to be with me but his grandmother didn't like the idea of me (english and non catholic) and didn't want to meet me.
Eventually I met her, I was better than she imagined but still clearly not good enough for her darling Fabio, he even told me that (which was lovely to hear!).
Anyway, time passed we talked about getting married etc. He'd said his family were against us but he'd made his choice and was sticking to it and he couldn't imagine being without me, I was his soul mate, his drive to achieve more, how I'd be such a good mother blah, blah, blah.
And then came the email............
He can't deal with my past (the fact that he's not the first man), he's too young and isn't ready to settle down yet (it was him that instigated most of those talks!), I'm not catholic or Italian, it would never work, we have nothing in common and basically that there is nothing to our relationship.
Cockmonkeybastardo!! And he still has my nintendo ds!
Dave
wasn't going to submit but the temptation was far too great..
Where the hell do I start? We met in year 11 of school and were both 15, at the time he was seeing my best friend which was great because she'd never been happier. Unfortunately, as school relationships go, it only lasted a few months and he left her heartbroken.
A couple of months had passed and since exams were over nobody saw one another; until one day I saw Dave in town with another girl. Since I didn't know him particularly well I just smiled and let him pass.
Within a week, he'd got my number and had been texting me non-stop with beautiful serenading messages (despite the fact he had a girlfriend).. I was most definitely interested and my friends approved, since we all got along. Harmless flirting continued for what seemed like ever, but it was only a few years. After his girlfriend had split with him, he was completely aware of the fact I had fallen for him and used it against me at every opportunity; I was young, foolish and followed his every word.
I went through all the stages of romance with Dave, and he could get me to do anything he wanted. Several girlfriends later and he had gained a bit of a reputation, but even that didn't stop me.. He'd tell me he loved me and he only ever wanted me, then before I knew it he'd be with someone else. I gave him everything he wanted (everything) as I wouldn't dare reject a suggestion from him.
Eventually, we were both 20 and after on and off relationships with others we decided to become official. It was the talk of the town and it was the best few weeks of my life going out with him. We'd see each other everyday, meet up all the time and he'd always flatter me with heartfelt compliments.
It suddenly all came crashing back down to earth. I had no premonitions, nothing like that - everything was far too perfect for anything to go wrong. At a point-to-point racing meet, we'd gone with our other friends in a group and had the perfect day. Everyone went back to my best friends as it was open house and me being me decided to stock up on drinks for us before meeting everyone else there. When I arrived I asked where Dave was and nobody seemed to know..
I searched high and low to find him, rang him, text him - yet there was no reply or indication as to where he was. After getting very panicked within the following few hours, I decided to go back to the point-to-point course to make sure he'd got home. I arrived only to find him in his car with my 'best friend' having sex. I approached him the next day and told him it was over. He cried right in front of me, and asked why. At that point I exploded with rage and told him 'PISS OFF BACK TO (my 'best friends') CAR AND HAVE FUN'.
He tried getting back with me but I was having none of it.
I wasted so many years of my life on him. Total BASTARDOCOCKMONKEY.
Where the hell do I start? We met in year 11 of school and were both 15, at the time he was seeing my best friend which was great because she'd never been happier. Unfortunately, as school relationships go, it only lasted a few months and he left her heartbroken.
A couple of months had passed and since exams were over nobody saw one another; until one day I saw Dave in town with another girl. Since I didn't know him particularly well I just smiled and let him pass.
Within a week, he'd got my number and had been texting me non-stop with beautiful serenading messages (despite the fact he had a girlfriend).. I was most definitely interested and my friends approved, since we all got along. Harmless flirting continued for what seemed like ever, but it was only a few years. After his girlfriend had split with him, he was completely aware of the fact I had fallen for him and used it against me at every opportunity; I was young, foolish and followed his every word.
I went through all the stages of romance with Dave, and he could get me to do anything he wanted. Several girlfriends later and he had gained a bit of a reputation, but even that didn't stop me.. He'd tell me he loved me and he only ever wanted me, then before I knew it he'd be with someone else. I gave him everything he wanted (everything) as I wouldn't dare reject a suggestion from him.
Eventually, we were both 20 and after on and off relationships with others we decided to become official. It was the talk of the town and it was the best few weeks of my life going out with him. We'd see each other everyday, meet up all the time and he'd always flatter me with heartfelt compliments.
It suddenly all came crashing back down to earth. I had no premonitions, nothing like that - everything was far too perfect for anything to go wrong. At a point-to-point racing meet, we'd gone with our other friends in a group and had the perfect day. Everyone went back to my best friends as it was open house and me being me decided to stock up on drinks for us before meeting everyone else there. When I arrived I asked where Dave was and nobody seemed to know..
I searched high and low to find him, rang him, text him - yet there was no reply or indication as to where he was. After getting very panicked within the following few hours, I decided to go back to the point-to-point course to make sure he'd got home. I arrived only to find him in his car with my 'best friend' having sex. I approached him the next day and told him it was over. He cried right in front of me, and asked why. At that point I exploded with rage and told him 'PISS OFF BACK TO (my 'best friends') CAR AND HAVE FUN'.
He tried getting back with me but I was having none of it.
I wasted so many years of my life on him. Total BASTARDOCOCKMONKEY.
Harrison
Harrison and I met through friends and quickly fell into an awkward
game of cat and mouse. First, he was into me, so I became interested
in him, which made him less interested in me, which made me REALLY
interested in him. Then I would get bored of the chase, let go of it
and move on for a few weeks, and then he'd be back at it, interested
in me again. Still a kid and not very good at the dating game and keen
for all the male attention I could get, the circle resumed. It was
humiliating in retrospect, but I couldn't see it at the time, so
things continued this way for a few months.
As stated above, I was completely fresh to the dating game, and while
he was by no means my first kiss, this was certainly the first time
things with a boy had come this far. I am embarrassed to say that
within twenty minutes of our first kiss, he had his hands threaded
through my hair as I performed what was definitely my first and
possibly the worst blowjob in history.
They say that the way you spend your New Years is the way you spend
the rest of your year, and if that's true, then 2010 is bound to be a
year of drunkenness, screaming Lady Gaga in the snow, turning down sex
with a very attractive, lovely guy because I didn't want to spoil
anything that might happen with Harrison once I got home, being
hungover and being told for absolutely no reason that the boy I'm
interested in "doesn't see us dating", and not being given an
explanation as to what went wrong and why the sudden change of heart
happened.
game of cat and mouse. First, he was into me, so I became interested
in him, which made him less interested in me, which made me REALLY
interested in him. Then I would get bored of the chase, let go of it
and move on for a few weeks, and then he'd be back at it, interested
in me again. Still a kid and not very good at the dating game and keen
for all the male attention I could get, the circle resumed. It was
humiliating in retrospect, but I couldn't see it at the time, so
things continued this way for a few months.
As stated above, I was completely fresh to the dating game, and while
he was by no means my first kiss, this was certainly the first time
things with a boy had come this far. I am embarrassed to say that
within twenty minutes of our first kiss, he had his hands threaded
through my hair as I performed what was definitely my first and
possibly the worst blowjob in history.
They say that the way you spend your New Years is the way you spend
the rest of your year, and if that's true, then 2010 is bound to be a
year of drunkenness, screaming Lady Gaga in the snow, turning down sex
with a very attractive, lovely guy because I didn't want to spoil
anything that might happen with Harrison once I got home, being
hungover and being told for absolutely no reason that the boy I'm
interested in "doesn't see us dating", and not being given an
explanation as to what went wrong and why the sudden change of heart
happened.
Keith
I was 18, he was 26, we met travelling. After pursuing me intensely for days he eventually won me over, and two days later told me he thought he was 'falling for me'. I was only 18, so dont judge me for believing him. He then promptly left for another country, going on about how we would meet up there when I arrived. I arrived, saw him, and he spent the rest of the time avoiding being associated with me, apart from when he'd come to my room drunk in the middle of the night, or try to get me to have sex with him in bars.
Then I saw him when I got home, he told me he wanted to take me out on a date. What actually happened was that we went to the pub with his horrible friends, where he told them all I was a fluffer. Then we went back to his MUMS house so he could sleep with me, the drunk, naive 18 year old. AND he turned up when I was on a date with someone else, and made me cry.
I feel better though knowing that he fell off a bike and now looks like he has 3 shoulders. Oh dear.
Then I saw him when I got home, he told me he wanted to take me out on a date. What actually happened was that we went to the pub with his horrible friends, where he told them all I was a fluffer. Then we went back to his MUMS house so he could sleep with me, the drunk, naive 18 year old. AND he turned up when I was on a date with someone else, and made me cry.
I feel better though knowing that he fell off a bike and now looks like he has 3 shoulders. Oh dear.
Harry
Harry was not just an idiot, he was an idiot who thought himself intelligent. He spoke entirely in london slang, despite the fact he was from cornwall, and his speech was littered with grammatical errors and malapropisms. he said to me once: that mug is like well esoteric isn't it? He made me a mix cd consisting entirely of emo music and made me listen to the whole thing going, yeah, i am so good at this. (what harry, making a terrible mix cd?) Because I am an imbecile, I used to cook him dinner every night like a good wife and he would stay in my room to sleep (we lived in halls) and he told my friends we were exclusive. However, while this was going on he would disappear, not reply to texts or calls, then suddenly turn up again. When it got stupid, ie saying he was going to the shop and would be gone for hours, i decided to check his phone. lo and behold he was sleeping with some other girl. when i phoned him to confront him, he said 'WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU ON ABOUT WHO IS THIS GIRL?' despite that fact he had actually mentioned he had a 'friend'' called lizzie before. then he said 'well i dun not think we were going out den anyway' despite the fact he bloody well practically lived at my house. then when i told him to fuck off and that i never wanted to see him again, he came out with this gem: 'oh..does that mean we're not going out anymore?'
Pete
Pete cheated on his girlfriend with me at university. But he didn't tell me that he had a girlfriend at the time. He would meet me after lectures, come out with my friends and talk to me all night, and even spend the night with me a couple of nights a week. The rest of the time he said he had to study so I guess that's what he was telling her too. This went on for about five weeks and I really liked him and then one of my friends told me she heard he had a serious girlfriend. I confronted him and he denied it but then just ceased all contact immediately - I even went over to his house to find out what was going on and had to deal with the humiliation of his housemate telling me he wasn't home and hearing laughter from behind the kitchen door. URgh it was so bad. So then I had to deal with being dumped AND feeling guilty for being the other woman! Such a fucker.
Steve
I wasn't going to email you this but fuck him.
Steve not only didn't get me a Valentine's card but he woke up with another girl and then rang me to come and pick him up (he didn't tell me about the other girl part until later).
Steve not only didn't get me a Valentine's card but he woke up with another girl and then rang me to come and pick him up (he didn't tell me about the other girl part until later).
James
James cheated on my with his best friend's girlfriend. If that isn't a bastard, I don't know what is.
Sam
We were introduced through a friend, and he told me he loved me within three days (warning bells warning bells) and there followed four months of bliss. Ish. Amongst it coming about that he had slept with virtually every girl I ever saw him speak to. And his bracelet thing being returned to him in front of me by 'Jenny'. How did Lara Croft lookalike have his bracelet?? .... no answer forthcoming. (Although, now I ask myself: why was I going out with a man who wore a bracelet?) Then one week, he didn't pick up his phone for the whole week and it turned out he was at the beach with some blonde Dutch girl. They didn't have separate rooms. Then I discovered I had pubic lice. Then he dumped me via text on my birthday. Bastard.
Darran
When i met Darran he swept me off my feet. He knew how to charm a women. I was warned by so many of my friends about his reputation but by then i was already hooked. There was something about him. After 6 months he offered to pay for me to have hair extensions and high lights. Turns out he has a thing for long blonde hair and me being brunette and short didn't fit the profile.
I said thank you but no and he seemed to accept it. 3 months later i found out not only did he have 3 other girlfriends (all blonde!) but a forth women pregnant with his child!!.
Obviously it ended there and then. However 10 months later he called me and asked if he could pop round for a catch up. I agreed (yes i know stupid!) after 30 minuets of small talk, he only asked me to babysit his 3 month old son so he could go out on a date!!
I said thank you but no and he seemed to accept it. 3 months later i found out not only did he have 3 other girlfriends (all blonde!) but a forth women pregnant with his child!!.
Obviously it ended there and then. However 10 months later he called me and asked if he could pop round for a catch up. I agreed (yes i know stupid!) after 30 minuets of small talk, he only asked me to babysit his 3 month old son so he could go out on a date!!
Mike
I had just turned 16. Mike was 21... perhaps there should have been some alarm bells. But when you're a gawky, braceface teenage virgin fresh from a single-sex grammar school the intricacies of male deviancy is as of yet an unknown, and you're just happy that something male is looking at you favourably rather than hitting you over the head with a ringbinder or pulling your plaits.
I never met any of his friends, and on the occasions that he met mine he completely ignored them or made snide comments about them.
He lied about me to his ex, telling me how manipulative and "batshit insane" I was (little did I know, he was also sleeping with her... and her best 'friend.')
Once he had a phone conversation with me whilst having another girl give him a blowjob (in a room full of people... one of whom told me years later.)
He also had sex with another girl whilst on the phone to me and laughed when I began crying.
I never met any of his friends, and on the occasions that he met mine he completely ignored them or made snide comments about them.
He lied about me to his ex, telling me how manipulative and "batshit insane" I was (little did I know, he was also sleeping with her... and her best 'friend.')
Once he had a phone conversation with me whilst having another girl give him a blowjob (in a room full of people... one of whom told me years later.)
He also had sex with another girl whilst on the phone to me and laughed when I began crying.
Steve
After we broke up, Steve used to come over to my house and let the air out of my tyres when he was drunk. The first time, I thought it was funny, but the 10th time, I wasn't laughing any more.
I also think he stole my cat, but I can't confirm that.
I also think he stole my cat, but I can't confirm that.
Simon
Simon was into world of warcraft. When I asked him to stop raiding to spend time with me, he'd say 'sure, honey, one minute' . . . .then while I was IN THE SAME ROOM he would say to his friends online 'I have to go guys, my girlfriend is nagging me. What a bitch!'.
Whenever he wanted to fail an interview or make a coldcalling recruiter go away, he'd pretend to have my degree and my grades.
He called my best friend's boyfriend gay to her face, because he was a vegan. This was after getting high and trying to sleep with her, then calling me to brag about it.
He told my father about the time I got drunk and passed out at a work party.
He accused my mother of lying to him and trying to defraud him.
He had a public fight with my best friend over whether a company can EVER act unethically. He didnt believe they could, because 'unethical companies get shut down'. Yeah.
Ten days after I left him after a three year relationship, he got a new girlfriend who was skinnier and prettier than me. He then kicked me out our house for two weeks while she came to visit. And then left messages on my facebook calling me a whore. She did give him an STD though.
Oh, and he still wants the £25 I owe him from over a year ago when I accidentally (really!) damaged his car.
Whenever he wanted to fail an interview or make a coldcalling recruiter go away, he'd pretend to have my degree and my grades.
He called my best friend's boyfriend gay to her face, because he was a vegan. This was after getting high and trying to sleep with her, then calling me to brag about it.
He told my father about the time I got drunk and passed out at a work party.
He accused my mother of lying to him and trying to defraud him.
He had a public fight with my best friend over whether a company can EVER act unethically. He didnt believe they could, because 'unethical companies get shut down'. Yeah.
Ten days after I left him after a three year relationship, he got a new girlfriend who was skinnier and prettier than me. He then kicked me out our house for two weeks while she came to visit. And then left messages on my facebook calling me a whore. She did give him an STD though.
Oh, and he still wants the £25 I owe him from over a year ago when I accidentally (really!) damaged his car.
Chris
Chris and I had a 'casual' relationship for about a year (this consisted of me wanting to be his girlfriend and him studiously avoiding the issue). After a year I discovered I was pregnant. I went to my first scan. Alone. Afterwards, I called Chris from the hosiptal car park. He told me "I'm a bit busy at the moment", and I apologised for calling him at work. "Oh no", he said casually, "I'm at home. Its just that Eastenders is on."
Douglas
Whilst going out with this man-child, he consistently put me down (e.g. "I usually like girls with a toned stomach - I manage to ignore yours" I am a size 10). I then came to my silly senses and broke up with him. Whilst having a brain malfunction, I got back together with him only to have him dump me via facebook 2 weeks later. Problem over? Think not...he continued to harrass me (including such gems as '7 reasons you are a bad person' - bullet pointed need I add - and threatening to post naked photos of me on the internet). 5 months of this went by, until the police needed to be involved. you'd think that would shut him up. Apparently not. Apparently, he is awaiting his 'exciting arrest'. Well, glad he is looking forward to it...
Kenny
Ok. I am going to New York on holiday with my mother. Kenny & I had not had sex for 2 weeks despite living together. All sorts of excuses. Night before my flight leaves I said
'What is the problem you are clearing having an affair.'
'No i'm not'
'Give me one good reason not to leave you now, as I don't believe you.'
'Ok, you know i've had a peptic ulcer for 2 and half years'
'yes'
'I haven't, i've had herpes and i didnt want to give it to you so when I have an outbreak we don't have sex.'
WE DID NOT USE CONDOMS, I WAS ON THE PILL!!!
What a bastard.
'What is the problem you are clearing having an affair.'
'No i'm not'
'Give me one good reason not to leave you now, as I don't believe you.'
'Ok, you know i've had a peptic ulcer for 2 and half years'
'yes'
'I haven't, i've had herpes and i didnt want to give it to you so when I have an outbreak we don't have sex.'
WE DID NOT USE CONDOMS, I WAS ON THE PILL!!!
What a bastard.
Dennis
As I was au pairing abroad, my host family desperately wanted me to meet some guys and have some fun. So they gave me the mobile number of a "really nice guy" friend of the family bla bla , motherfucker, whose name is Dennis. Now, I know Dennis isn't exactly a bastard's name, but that's precisely what makes this guy so special. I texted him forced by my host parents and he asked me out probably cause he was begged to do so. He is the typical good looking athlete, tall, tanned, muscular (but not too much), with the eye look of a lovely teddy bear and a bit shy (quality that turns me on). We agreed to meet casually at a bar at 6:00 pm. He came at 9:00 pm. The only reason why stayed that long is cause I was with some friends as well otherwise I wouldn't have obviously waited. He had a lame excuse and apologized and complimented my god "model" looks, so of couursee I thought to myself: oh come on, honest mistake. And so like that, our love nightmare began. He was a fantastic lover and would make me feel like a princess when being with him, but after our wonderful dates he would not call me for two weeks or so, you know, until he probably was horny again. So on and off we lasted six months repeating the game and me like an idiot waiting for his magic calls. On Valentines day I got the house all for myself and I prepared him a lovely romantic dinner. He was supposed to arrive at 7:00, he never came. I was already thinking that his car would be at the side of the rode and he in a hospital so I texted him telling him I couldn't do it anymore, that it was horrible the way he would treat me and he replied quoting "OK". That was it. I did not hear from him ever again.
Darran
Darran (make sure you spell it with two "a" and not an "e" - yes he really is that much of a cock)
He was my line manager at work and we worked together for years before we started going out. I knew his reputation as a cheat and a liar but around three years ago i had a labotomy and he charmed his way in. I was already in a relationship at the time (i know i'm a terrible person and deserve everything i get). My relationship eventually broke down and i split up with my boyfriend. During my affair with Darran he said he wanted me to move in with him, marry him etc and i believed him (i'm also a very stupid person). If you haven't already guessed as soon as i was available he didn't want to know - what a bastard!! I had to move house and later found out he was seeing someone else in our building ( an older model i must add). He really is the most selfish person you could have the misfortune of meeting (he is also rather small in the trouser department)
He was my line manager at work and we worked together for years before we started going out. I knew his reputation as a cheat and a liar but around three years ago i had a labotomy and he charmed his way in. I was already in a relationship at the time (i know i'm a terrible person and deserve everything i get). My relationship eventually broke down and i split up with my boyfriend. During my affair with Darran he said he wanted me to move in with him, marry him etc and i believed him (i'm also a very stupid person). If you haven't already guessed as soon as i was available he didn't want to know - what a bastard!! I had to move house and later found out he was seeing someone else in our building ( an older model i must add). He really is the most selfish person you could have the misfortune of meeting (he is also rather small in the trouser department)
Rich
I didn't even go out with Rich and yet i still think of him as quite the little bastard. He is 8 years younger than me - we were friends through friends - and he continually asked me out with this growing sense of aggravation that I always said kindly- "no, you are too young, go find someone your own age to play with". Obviously I meant, 'I do not like you please fuck off'. (This is the problem with younger men. ie, They are stupid.)
Eventually he started texting me when he was drunk 'i dont know who you think you are waiting for' and 'you are not too good for me you know, at your age you should be happy someone is asking you out'.
Eventually he started texting me when he was drunk 'i dont know who you think you are waiting for' and 'you are not too good for me you know, at your age you should be happy someone is asking you out'.
Tom
I went to college with Tom. He was Dr Jekyll and Mr Sexpest: either totally ignoring me and acting like he didn't know me, or - the minute he was drunk or high - calling me for sex, telling me he loved me, asking me to come over, or throwing stones / dirt / beer bottles at my window or trying to break into my room with a spoon.
Connor
met in a bar, went home with him, blahblah and then he left the next morning before I woke up so i'd like to make this a long story BUT I CANT BECAUSE HE IS SUCH A BASTARD
Mark
i worked with Mark, we spent all day emailing and flirting but he totally ignored me in the office - i figured it was because of office politics and gossip etc., right. you know what is coming.
he was dating not only the office manager but also the head of accounts.
i wish i could say i found this out after we slept together.
(it was my first job. what can i say.)
he was dating not only the office manager but also the head of accounts.
i wish i could say i found this out after we slept together.
(it was my first job. what can i say.)
Karl
So I met Karl in a bar in Dublin. He was goodlooking, funny, charming etc. AT the end of the night he said 'so do you wanna come back to mine?'.
i said 'no but you can have my number'.
he said 'what's the point of that?'
i said 'no but you can have my number'.
he said 'what's the point of that?'
Ant
So I was dating Ant while he was going through a serious party phase.
The party phase and my relationship ended when I was awoken one night by the sound of police at the front door because he'd stolen three street signs and left them outside my house before falling asleep in the hedge.
The party phase and my relationship ended when I was awoken one night by the sound of police at the front door because he'd stolen three street signs and left them outside my house before falling asleep in the hedge.
Phil
I met phil in a bar after work - he invited me to be his date to his friends birthday party later on that night. so i said sure, and we turned up to discover it was a dinner party for six people - pretty full-on for a first date right? - but it was great and i loved his friends and honestly, they loved me. i had such a good time.
then we went home together, slept together, woke up and i felt like i was in an actual relationship with him - it was so easy and all that.
and then he never called me.
thinking about it makes me feel tired.
then we went home together, slept together, woke up and i felt like i was in an actual relationship with him - it was so easy and all that.
and then he never called me.
thinking about it makes me feel tired.
Howard
I was 17 years old and about to leave for college.
His name was Howard and I was his personal slave or assistant. He could not make a date on his own. What I mean is that I had to call the women and basically ask them out. I then had a spread sheet of who he went out with on what night and where he went with whom. There was another column for what gift went to what lady. I even was asked to break up with a few of them but really grow some balls and do it yourself!! That was my last day!! What a jerk.
His name was Howard and I was his personal slave or assistant. He could not make a date on his own. What I mean is that I had to call the women and basically ask them out. I then had a spread sheet of who he went out with on what night and where he went with whom. There was another column for what gift went to what lady. I even was asked to break up with a few of them but really grow some balls and do it yourself!! That was my last day!! What a jerk.
Kenny
Kenny is the name and bastard is the game.
Ok, so this guy lived in my building. I loved him from afar. After a year of ooing and ahhhing I met a woman in my building who knew him. She proceeded to tell me that he had been in a terrible accident and was in an induced coma.
He gets out of the hospital weeks later and comes down to the pool where I am sitting with this woman and we are introduced. He is not fully recovered. Weeks go by and we bump into one another in the lobby of the building. We get to talking and take the elevator up. We talk forever…his voice made me want to kill myself. He sounded like a 76 year old woman. NO JOKE.
Anyway we wind up dating (because really why let a voice turn you off there are so many more fun things about him that could do it for me).
I nursed him, stayed in on weekends because he did not want to be in crowded bars, we would go out but we would go to dinner then back home to watch movies or play scrabble. As soon as he was and good to go he dropped me faster than a light switch.
He would of course call periodically but in the end he was just a douche.
Ok, so this guy lived in my building. I loved him from afar. After a year of ooing and ahhhing I met a woman in my building who knew him. She proceeded to tell me that he had been in a terrible accident and was in an induced coma.
He gets out of the hospital weeks later and comes down to the pool where I am sitting with this woman and we are introduced. He is not fully recovered. Weeks go by and we bump into one another in the lobby of the building. We get to talking and take the elevator up. We talk forever…his voice made me want to kill myself. He sounded like a 76 year old woman. NO JOKE.
Anyway we wind up dating (because really why let a voice turn you off there are so many more fun things about him that could do it for me).
I nursed him, stayed in on weekends because he did not want to be in crowded bars, we would go out but we would go to dinner then back home to watch movies or play scrabble. As soon as he was and good to go he dropped me faster than a light switch.
He would of course call periodically but in the end he was just a douche.
Jed
Came over, broke up with me, called me at 3am THE SAME NIGHT asking if i fancied a shag for old times sake.
Ben
Ben and my dad got drunk before Christmas lunch and then they both fell asleep at the table.
Then Ben farted in his sleep.
He isn't a bastard but he is an idiot.
Then Ben farted in his sleep.
He isn't a bastard but he is an idiot.
Justin
AKA The Booty Caller.
Back in my early twenties I didn't know that some jerks call women at midnight and ask them to come round to their place at three in the morning for a 'visit'. Yes I became a booty call. Twice. I know, I know. Fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me. In my defense though, this happened when I was younger and somewhat naive to the ways of bastardly men.
Back in my early twenties I didn't know that some jerks call women at midnight and ask them to come round to their place at three in the morning for a 'visit'. Yes I became a booty call. Twice. I know, I know. Fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me. In my defense though, this happened when I was younger and somewhat naive to the ways of bastardly men.
James
I went out with James last year - he never made plans more than two days in advance with me, never introduced me to his friends, never asked me a single question about myself or my job or my friends - but i still went out with him because, he was very fit and very funny. I am stupid.
Hugh
Hugh pursued me on mysinglefriend.com and begged me for a date. I told him there was another MSFer who I was keen on, but reluctantly agreed to meet him on a friends-only basis since he sent a funny email and sounded alright on the phone. I disliked him as soon as we met. The man was short, peculiar-looking and extremely awkward, so I made my excuses after one drink and went home. A week later at about midnight he sent me a vitriolic message on the dating website basically saying that I was fat and ugly and he didn't think I'd ever have a successful relationship. What a charmer.
Sam
While on holiday together in Turkey, Sam and I took a day boat trip. I was chatting with some other people on the boat when Sam forcibly dragged me away from them and shouted at me within their hearing "Every time you open your mouth you embarrass yourself and you embarrass me. Just shut up!" Another great thing he did was snog a female friend in front of me. After we'd broken up we played at being friends. I was due to return his bike to him and offered to bring something round to eat that evening. He replied with "Why do you have to have to come over? Why can't you just drop the bike off and leave?". I still have the bike three years later.
Pete
I slept with Pete on Saturday night and then on Sunday he texted and called me Jen.
My name is not Jen.
I hate Christmas drinks.
My name is not Jen.
I hate Christmas drinks.
Grant
after months of hanging out he came over to my place, ate the meal I'd cooked, watched a movie with me, slept with me, and then said 'it's been fun but it's over'.
Angus
I went out with Angus when i was 25. After three months of going out he just stopped calling - simply stopped, nothing had happened, i couldnt think of any reason why it had happened.
I rang him twice and left messages. Nothing. We didnt have any mutual friends and facebook wasn't invented yet so you know, stalking wasn't really an option.
i ran into him a year later in a bar and he asked me 'what ever happened with us?'.
I rang him twice and left messages. Nothing. We didnt have any mutual friends and facebook wasn't invented yet so you know, stalking wasn't really an option.
i ran into him a year later in a bar and he asked me 'what ever happened with us?'.
Mike
Mike was one of my best friends for years and we sort of always flirted. Then finally after like four years of this we slept together - we were drunk. (Yup.) The next day he literally couldnt look me in the eye. It was like he was Dustin Hoffman in Rainman. So i was like, fine, whatever, and left, and the following Saturday night we were at a party and hooked up again. I said, Michael im not going home with you, you dick, you couldn't even look at me last week and he said no no no it'll be fine, come on... So I did, and we did, and the next day, same treatment. So obviously I then went okay, he's a moron, and stopped any and all flirtations and just dialled down the friendship. Then about a year and a half later Mike went travelling around south america and started emailing me long funny emails and signing off with 'love' and eventually with 'i love you' (!!) and was asking me to come join him, talkinga bout how amazing it would be to watch the sun go down over the ocean, bullshitbullshitbullshit.
(Clearly no woman in South America was dumb enough to sleep with him, he had to order out.)
Of COURSE i did not go to South America.
When he got back he rang and said hey, how are you, i said great, thinking he might ask me out for a drink, and he said well i met someone in Brazil, she's living with me now.
I mean - there are no words. Except, of course, bastard
(Clearly no woman in South America was dumb enough to sleep with him, he had to order out.)
Of COURSE i did not go to South America.
When he got back he rang and said hey, how are you, i said great, thinking he might ask me out for a drink, and he said well i met someone in Brazil, she's living with me now.
I mean - there are no words. Except, of course, bastard
Brian
Great-in-bed-but-sucks-at-life Brian. He has the most amazing mouth from his smile, to the way he kisses, to . . . well, you get the point. If only he knew the power his mouth holds! But alas, he uses that incredible mouth for evil. Like mouthing off to opposing football team fans during a highly contentious game when someone commented about how he was wearing the jersey of a team that wasn't even playing. Or chewing out the restaurant server for not having an iPhone charger that he could use when his phone died in the middle of the meal. How about when I applied lip gloss during our first date and he said, "I don't want that shit all over my face later tonight." Oh wait, that was kinda hot in a cocky-funny way. Back on track. Or smugly telling girls who ask to rub his head (he's bald) that if they don't mean his other head to eff off. Or having a loud meltdown in the middle of the bar about his dog, his job, me, his Xmas plans, how the vodka he likes wasn't being served, his eyebrows . . . need I say more?
Jack
Asked me out for dinner. Was drunk when he picked me up and so blasted by the time dinner was over that I decided to get a cab home, we live near each other so he said oh i'll come with you. He threw up on me in the cab. And never called me to say sorry.
Rob
Rob was my boss. He was lazy, lied constantly, assigned himself the role of 'mentor' for every woman in the dept under the age of 25, commented on our weight / skirt length / heel choice, bullied finance so they'd approve his expenses, left his wife when she was six months pregnant because he needed 'space', etc etc you get the picture. Eventually i left the company but i have heard that he was fired soon after. Thank God.
I mean seriously he is slime, please use his name.
I mean seriously he is slime, please use his name.
Jared
Jared paid for my ticket to go visit him in Boston and then when i got there he was in bed with his dogwalker.
Simon
Simon was very very very nice at first, all romance and dinners out and funny texts and emails.
then he'd sometimes do things like introduce me to a girl in his group and then whisper 'i fucked her brains out' to me as she walked away. i asked him not to tell me that stuff and he said 'i was only JOKING, JEEZ'.
he also constantly disappeared during dinners and nights out for 20 minutes at a time. i was so naive that i thought he was constipated. now i realise that he must have had a massive coke problem.
anyway. then he broke up with me. then i grew a brain and when he asked me out again i said no and when he kept calling i got the police to call him and tell him to stop stalking me HAHAHAH.
then he'd sometimes do things like introduce me to a girl in his group and then whisper 'i fucked her brains out' to me as she walked away. i asked him not to tell me that stuff and he said 'i was only JOKING, JEEZ'.
he also constantly disappeared during dinners and nights out for 20 minutes at a time. i was so naive that i thought he was constipated. now i realise that he must have had a massive coke problem.
anyway. then he broke up with me. then i grew a brain and when he asked me out again i said no and when he kept calling i got the police to call him and tell him to stop stalking me HAHAHAH.
Cesar
Cesar chased after me for a full month until he won me over.
He said things like 'Are you sure you aren't going to hurt me next week?" and
"___, I'm going to be there for you tomorrow and the next day and the day after that and the day after that and the day after that..." until he gained my trust enough for me to sleep with him and let him into my heart.
He then did a 180 and told me he wanted to see other people and that I was "clingy" and "desperate for love" and that I "need to fuck someone else".
He actually suggested he hook me up with one of his friends while laughing at me one day.
Just when I got used to swallowing my pride and daily shower cryings for being taken such advantage of, he told me that he loved me...twice (which he denied a week later).
Not only is he a bastard but the boy is full fledged, certifiably CRAZY.
He said things like 'Are you sure you aren't going to hurt me next week?" and
"___, I'm going to be there for you tomorrow and the next day and the day after that and the day after that and the day after that..." until he gained my trust enough for me to sleep with him and let him into my heart.
He then did a 180 and told me he wanted to see other people and that I was "clingy" and "desperate for love" and that I "need to fuck someone else".
He actually suggested he hook me up with one of his friends while laughing at me one day.
Just when I got used to swallowing my pride and daily shower cryings for being taken such advantage of, he told me that he loved me...twice (which he denied a week later).
Not only is he a bastard but the boy is full fledged, certifiably CRAZY.
Jerry
I went out with Jerry for about two and a bit months. He asked me to go to his friend's wedding as his date. It was at a hotel in Scotland. At the wedding he disappeared at about midnight, I figured he was off drinking somewhere so I went to bed about 2am. I woke up the next day and he hadn't come to bed at all and his phone was off. So I went down to breakfast by myself. Then Jerry walked into the breakfast room with another girl. Someone he'd introduced to me as an 'old friend'. He actually had her foundation smeared on his shirt.
It was a long long long train ride home.
It was a long long long train ride home.
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