So this series of tweets went viral the other day about a guy who tried to pull some controlling-asshole caveman shit in a public place, and how it went badly for him:


So, I have questions.

#1: Did he board the plane and go to Cancun for Christmas anyway, all alone?

#2: Is he there, right now, drinking cheap tequila, glowering at sex workers that he can’t afford and bending uncaring ears about that “castrating bitch” who dumped him at the airport back home?

#3: How do you get to the “going to Mexico together” stage of a relationship without having explored together even the most basic notions of your mutual aspirations about career and family?

Wow. I can’t help thinking she dodged a bullet by getting away from that guy when she did.

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