I should have known he was a terrible match the moment he told me the choice he made when he confronted the guy who accidently roofied his drink back in college.
"I said, 'look, man, I can either report you to the dean or beat your a$$." He recounted.
"So you beat his a$$ and reported him to the dean, right?" I pried.
"Nah, I gave him a choice." He explained.
"So what did he choose?" I inquired, fearing I already knew the answer...
"I beat his a$$. [Shrugs] He said he was sorry." He responded, as if he were describing the obvious decision made by a naughty child faced with either a spanking or three-weeks-long time out.
"Yea, he's sorry for roofying the wrong drink. Not for being a terrible person. He's now going to be more meticulous in his date-rape attempts, you do realize?"
"I mean, I guess, but I knew who he was. I'd been to parties at his house. So, I mean. [Shrugs]"
I think as a self preservation mechanism, my memory of the conversation grows fuzzy right about then...*sighs* [bows and shakes head.]
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