So apparently I’ve learned the hard way that being single means you’re public property now.
I’m a guy in my early 20s. Some friends decided I needed to be “set up” because, in their words, “you’re single too long and it’s suspicious.” Cool. Love that energy. Enter Emily (fake name), someone I was introduced to through mutual friends.
We go on a casual double date. Nothing crazy. Drinks, conversation, light flirting. I leave thinking, “Okay, that was fine. Neutral. No red flags.” I did not fall in love. I did not propose. I simply existed.
A few days later, I start hearing things. Apparently Emily had been asking our mutual friends some… creative questions about me. Not “what does he do for fun?” or “is he looking for something serious?” No. We jumped straight to body commentary and sexual speculation.
Things like:
Assumptions about my size
Comments about what I’d be like in bed
Asking whether I “seemed experienced”
Joking about what I probably look like naked
To people I know. People I see regularly. People who absolutely did not sign up to be part of a weird group chat fantasy draft about my body.
When I brought it up, she laughed it off. Said it was “just girl talk.” That I should take it as a compliment. That guys don’t usually get offended by this stuff. Apparently I missed the memo that having your privacy peeled open like a banana is flattering if you have a Y chromosome.
So I cut her off. No drama, no yelling. Just a clean exit. Because if this is how someone talks about me after one date, I’m not sticking around to see what it sounds like after two.
Now some friends are telling me I overreacted, that I should’ve “communicated my boundaries” instead of ghosting. Others think it was weird as hell and that I dodged a bullet wearing perfume.
So, AITAH for deciding I don’t want to be sexualized, dissected, and discussed like a subreddit theory thread?
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