In 2003, when I overheard a girl in my class talking about how, at some party, she’d drunkenly slept with that ginger guy who always bullied me. I took her aside after the school bell rang.
*Me* “Tell me: He was fucking horrible, wasn’t he? I know it’s a weird question, But, please, I need to know.”
*Her* “ “Um…it was a bit of a sad fumble in the dark. It was lame. It was painful. How did you know?”
*Me* “Because any guy who mistreats a girl the way he verbally abused and mistreated me will never, ever successfully make love to a woman. They lack the basically empathy and romance skills to do so.”