A Command From Miss Debater: STOP DATING CHOADS!
Posted May 21st, 2008There’s a long and drawn out version of the story, but the Cliff’s Notes go something like this:
Her: You’re not giving me what I need, so I can’t be with you.
Him: You’re right. I don’t have it to give.
(2 days later)
Him: I made a HUGE mistake. I miss you. I need you. You’re one of the best things that’s ever happened to me. Please take me back. I’ve learned my lesson!
(the next morning…)
Him: What are you doing here this morning? I said what to you last night? I don’t remember any of that. I was drunk. But that doesn’t mean I didn’t mean it. Still, the sober and adult side of me is telling me I can’t do this. I can’t be with you.
I’ve edited out the emotional bullshit this guy spewed at her over the course of 2 months for the sake of not making my readers vomit all over their computer screens, but trust me on this one, this dude is in the running for Choad of the Year after the nonsense he spouted off to my friend.
Why bother writing about it? Because I’m sick and tired of watching girls get preyed upon by choads. I’m a firm believer that most guys are good guys. Sure, we all have our choady moments (usually after a bad day, or one too many cocktails) but on the whole, I’m a big fan of men. They usually mean well, and unlike their female counterparts, they say what they mean, don’t hold grudges, and are willing to buy me my first drink. But for every 10 nice guys out there, there’s a choad fucking it up for the rest of them. Ladies, pay attention:

