At our first date, the man called me fat and pathetic and humiliated me in front of the whole restaurant — but my revenge made him regret every word.

I met him on a dating site. He seemed like exactly the kind of man I’d been waiting for — cultured, polite, someone who knew how to write beautiful messages and charm with his words.

We could talk for hours, and I often caught myself smiling as I reread his texts on my phone. With him, I felt important, special.

So when he finally asked me out, I didn’t hesitate. My heart was racing as I got ready — I chose my prettiest dress, curled my hair, and did my makeup carefully. I was convinced that night would change my life.

I walked into the restaurant with a small smile, trying to look confident. But the moment I saw him at the table, everything changed.

He didn’t greet me with warmth or joy but with a long, disdainful look that traveled from head to toe. His eyes were cold and full of disgust, as if I were something repulsive rather than a woman.

My hands started to shake, but I walked toward him, pretending not to notice. He didn’t even try to hide his attitude.

“What are you wearing?” he sneered, looking at my dress. “You can see your stomach — your rolls are sticking out. Aren’t you ashamed?”

I froze, my heart breaking.

“I wore my best,” I replied quietly.

He burst out laughing — loud enough that people turned to look.