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Of all the ex-girlfriends I have, one easily stood out the most.
She was a model. She was pretty hot to me. Gorgeous even. She appeared in magazines and also on TV ads.
But the fact that she was a model was only half the reason why she stood out.
She contained in her every stereotype you can think of a typical model who thinks the world owes her living just because she looks good.
I was with her for slightly over a year. The experience, as much as I was grateful for it was a harrowing one.
It opened my eyes to how it’s so true that bizarre, and horrible bbehaviorcan exist in some people.
The Initial Stage: Being The Man
I’ll admit it. When we first got together, I felt like I did something right in my life. I thought I was THE man for scoring with a model.
Friends were giving me props, like “Wow man! How did you do it? She’s hot!”
I felt an immense sense of pride inside knowing that me, someone who mostly dated decent-looking girls only, was capable of being with a model.
Plus I am not a model. Never was. I concluded that it was my innate awesomeness and charming personality that snagged her. All I did was be myself. Was I awesome? Yes I was. And I didn’t even have to try.
Indeed. I felt like I earned a trophy. I was always very happy to show her off like a prize, not that she minded anyway. She knew she was hot stuff!
Then it started to show…
Pedestals
She put herself up on a pedestal right from the start. She felt she was “up there” just because she looked better than the average girl.
This one time, she blurted out, “Girls of my league” during an argument. She felt literally belonged to a different class of people altogether.
It was rather disillusioning to know and experience it in front of you, that the model stereotype exist. It was shocking to know that some people out there believe that they’re better than others because of how good they look.
And this was just the foundation. It was very evident in her behavior towards others.
Treating Others Like Dirt
She was always rude to customer service employees. Victims varied from waiter, cashier, cab driver and once, to the airport security.
Yeah, she just landed back here. I went to pick her up. She left her jacket on the plane. She thought she could waltz in through the gate again to transit. She got pissed with the security who stopped her.
She was also rude to her parents, especially her dad. She’d literally scream at them.
I always felt embarrassed, not to mention super awkward when any of that happened.
But alas. She was my girlfriend. I (felt I) loved her back then.
A conflict was inside me. I wanted to apologize to those she mistreated. Yet I didn’t want to aggravate the situation and suffer her already satiated anger.
Needless to say, it was mostly stressful going out with her. I didn’t aim to have fun and enjoy each other’s company. I only aimed to make sure she didn’t get upset and throw a bitch fit.
Treating Me As If I Was Disposable
I always felt I was disposable.
Why? Because every time we had a fight, which was a lot, her instant and only solution was to break up.
I kid you not. Instant. And only. She’d always be very quick to want to end it.
At first it’d greatly upset me. I’d panic even. I didn’t want to lose her just yet. I had to reason with her. It was extremely tiring and stressful.
Pretty soon, I became immune to her empty threats. It did, however, kind of hurt to hear your own girlfriend jump to such awful conclusions all the time, but I tanked it all.
The League Of Superficial Elites
Let’s talk about her “league” a little.
You can probably guess it. It’s all about booze, partying, other models and rich dudes who packed the VIP area in some club.
The last aspect stood out the most. I could tell in her tone of voice when she talked about them, like, “THAT guy told me he drives a Lamborghini.”
Honestly, I didn’t feel inferior or anything. It did contribute a little to the idea that I felt disposable, but mostly, it made me think about how she was obsessed with her line of work and the people it bred.
It was very depressing to know that people only factored in superficial elements like sports cars, branded bags, money, drinks (champagne being the prime choice for expensive tongues) and yep, how good one looked when it came to respecting one and another.
Trust me when I say that this group of so-called elites exist. Unless you worship money and the status it brings, avoid them at all cost.
Plot Twist: Why I’m Grateful For Everything
In short, I got firsthand experience to study crappy, human behavior. It made me think. I gained tons of field reports that opened my eyes that ultimately made me a more confident person.
When you encounter attractive-looking people, do not be intimidated by them, especially if they act like assholes towards you.
Know that it’s merely a complex. They act like jerks and treat others like shit because they’re deeply insecure and don’t know how to handle their emotions.
They know they only have their looks going on for them.
They can’t argue intelligently, that’s why they pick on other models and how fake their new nose is or whatever. Of course, this is all done behind the cover of social media.
They’re angry and spiteful when they don’t get casted for some job.
They’re afraid of the future when they grow old and lose their looks. And looks are everything to them. Talent? Passion? Forget about it.
Of course, not all models are like that. But again, the bad ones do exist.
It was a mind-opening year for me.
I initially felt like I was the man because before that, I was attracted to any pretty face. But now I know for sure, looks aren’t everything. What really counts is a positive outlook on life and a great personality who’s easy to get along with.
That is hot. So don’t ever worship the ground a pretty girl walks on.
By the way, right after we broke up, she was practically begging to get back together with me.
How’s that for insecurities that resulted in bizarre and unreasonable behavior
The Epilogue
Years later, she’d still bitch about me on Twitter and Facebook. I know because some friends saw the updates and screenshot-ed them to me.
Go figure.
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