The Player Got Played & The Toad Felt Like a Donkey!

The more time I spend in the dating pond, the more that I question if there are any good single men left.  I've started to think this blog should have been named Pig Tales for all the egotistical slimeballs who think they are God's gift to the world!

I had been dating this guy - spending hours each night on the phone with him and even planning to bring him home with me in a few weeks.  Sure, he had moments of question but at this point, I would probably fall over if a man didn't.

Over conversation, he had mentioned a few times little jabs about how I needed "domestic boot camp" to be sure that I could cook, clean and do his laundry.  All of which resulted in a smart comment about how he should earn enough money for hired help and not expect ME to do it.  This is 2011, and I have a career - probably more successful than yours.  I'm not taking on your housework or doing things "because you say so."

Well then came the bomb - dropped just as seriously as a heart attack.  I was informed that the Bible calls women to be submissive and that I needed to learn to keep my opinions to myself.  He was the man and therefore the leader in our relationship so I may be "consulted" from time to time on major decisions, but at the end of the day, everything was his decision.  He didn't like that I had suggested a different restaurant for our dinner date.  He was the man and therefore called the shots.  If I had a problem with that, he was a "hot commodity" and could easily find someone else.

Needless to say, that was the last time I saw him.  Upon hearing the story, my friend took it upon herself to find him on the dating website.  She sent him a message that said, "WOW.  Really???" to which he so cockily quipped back a response about how much she must want him.  After a brief exchange to play along, she was appalled.  Still convinced she so desperately wanted him, he sent her a text calling her "sugar lips" (a pet-name he attempted with me that was quickly shot down).  A picture is worth a thousand words:

I wish more than anything that I could have seen the look on his face when he opened that picture and realized that we knew each other.  She proceeded to let him have it with a "Dating 101" and informed him how a relationship is a partnership, and women are not a possession.  I'm grateful to have friends who have my back, and although his pathetic attitude will likely never change, I'm happy to know that at least for a brief moment in time
the player got played & the toad felt like a donkey!