At my last job, I used to work with this guy who started out ok. He was a flirt, but nothing I couldn’t handle, and it was fun. He was married, but never crossed the line, and I never would. I considered him a friend. We bonded. We had lots of long talks about work, life and whatnot. He got under my skin. It peaked when we had a big meeting, and were all squeezed together in a cab. We were sitting next to each other. I didn’t say anything, and neither did he, but it was clear there was something. But you know...whatever. I’m a grown-ass woman and I can handle attraction with no intention of ever acting on it.

After, he gets weird. He tries to guilt me into doing something really unethical that I could get fired for, because he didn’t want to deal with the politics of going through the right channels to get my help. (Which turned out to be nbd, once he did it.) He starts insulting my skills. Loudly says in front of people (in the guise of “joking) that I’m incompetent. Actively bats against me. Leaves me off projects that I’ve asked to be on. Every time there’s a happy hour (which is often in my business) he ignores me until he’s well drunk and then stares at me. Doesn’t say anything. Just stares, to the point where I can feel his eyes on him wherever I go. The whole time this is going on, his wedding ring keeps disappearing. Wears it for a week, gone for 4 months. Comes back for a few weeks, then gone for months.

Anyways, this isn’t my first rodeo...I’ve dealt with this kind of stuff before and I’m familiar with his type. He makes a big deal about how much he’s contributing, even though he never actually works. He’s desperate for everyone to see him as the good guy, but he gets by on charm, fast talk, and nothing of substance. So once I get him out from under my skin (which was quick) I don’t pay him much mind because I have other things to deal with, like my horrible, soul-sucking, incredibly toxic job.

Then I get laid off. I eventually move on to greener pastures, and don’t think about him again. Until last night, when I saw him on Tinder.

Dear Readers, I laughed my ass off. I took great joy in his personal fuck up. Because I know he fucked up. There’s no way he didn’t. I met his wife and she was amazing. So much better than he deserves.


There’s nothing wrong with being on Tinder. I’m on Tinder. But this guy...he was such a shit to me, and I...well I can’t help taking a little bit of joy in karma. I’m not proud of it. I don’t think it makes me a good person. At some point, my natural compassion will kick in and I will sincerely hope he figures his shit out. But today...fuck him. I’m glad he’s getting a little beat up by the universe. Of course my bestie asked if I right swiped him. No. No I did not. But I took a screen shot and documented it.