This forum needs more misogyny. (a tale of revenge with ethics poll)

[A_C_Slater]

Background: : I'm currently dating a girl whom I intend to break up with shortly. She cheated on me just two weeks ago, but she doesn't know yet that I know this....


Last night during dessert at dinner I arranged something special for her. This morning I stole a urinal cake from a men's room. At home I covered it with cheap chocolate syrup, froze it, then placed it in an empty Godiva box, tying a silk bow around it, and now, in the restaurant, when I excuse myself to the restroom, I make my way instead to the kitchen, after I've stopped at the coatcheck to retrieve the package, and I ask our waiter to present this to the table "in the box" and to tell the lady seated there that Mr. Slater called up earlier to order this especially for her.


I even tell him, while opening the box, to put a flower in it, whatever, hand him a fifty. He brings it over once a suitable amount of time has elapsed, after our plates have been removed, and I'm impressed by what a big deal he makes out of it; he's even placed a silver dome over the box and she coos with delight when he lifts it off saying "Voi-ra," and she makes a move for the spoon he's laid next to her water glass (that I make sure is empty) and turning to me, she says, "AC, that's so sweet," and I nod to the waiter, smiling, and wave him away when he tries to place a spoon on my side of the table.


"Aren't you having any?" She asks, concerned. She hovers over the chocolate dipped urinal cake anxiously, poised. "I adore Godiva."

"I'm not hungry," I say. "Dinner was...filling."

She leans down, smelling the brown oval, and, catching scent of something (probably disinfectant), asks me, now dismayed, "Are you...sure?"

"No, darling," I say. "I want you to eat it. There's not a lot there."

She takes the first bite, chewing dutifully, immediately and obviously disgusted, the swallows. She shudders, then makes a grimace but tries to smile as she takes another tentative bite.

"How is it?" I ask, then, urging, "Eat it. It's not poisoned or anything."

Her face, twisted with displeasure, manages to blaunch again as if she were gagging.

"What?" I ask, grinning. "What is it?"

"It's so..." Her face is now one long agonized grimace mask and, shuddering, she coughs. "...minty." But she tries to smile appreciativley, which becomes an impossibilty. She reaches for my glass of water and gulps it down, desperate to rid her mouth of the taste. Then, noticing how worried I look, she tries to smile, this time apologetically. "It's just" --she shudders again-- "it's just...so minty "



At the time I felt immense satisfaction in seeing her eat sometihng that I and countless others have pissed on.

But now it just makes me sad. [img]/images/graemlins/frown.gif[/img]


Am I a bad person for doing this to her?

Or did she deserve it?