Martin Shkreli’s Ex-Girlfriend Posted The Messages He Sent Her Online Offering Her $10K To Eat Her Out

Martin Shkreli, the 32-year-old CEO Turing Pharmaceuticals and douchebag extraordinaire, managed to become the most hated person in the world in one day. That’s not easy to do. Not even if Donald Trump talking about Megyn Kelly’s period blood and his deep hatred of illegal Mexicans could come close to what Shkreli did. Which, by the way, was jack up the price of his company’s life-saving AIDS drug by 5000% from $13.50 a pill to $750.

Shkreli’s greed resulted in OUTRAGE. Outrage from every direction. So much outrage, in fact, that he was forced to rollback the price. The Internet wins again. Suck it, Shkreli. “It” being a giant elephant turd.

If you never heard Shkreli speak, you might think he raised the price of the drug because he suffered from a major lapse in judgement. But as his ex-girlfriend, Katie points out in a recent blog she wrote on her site In Defense of Getting Off, he’s always been a douchebag. The kind of douchebag who messages his ex-girlfriend several years after they have broken up just to offer her $10,000 to eat her pussy.

Per her blog In Defense of Getting Off:

Freshman year of college I dated Martin Shkreli: unrepentant capitalist, quoter of Eminem lyrics, embodiment of douchebaggery. The most reviled man in America during this New-York-minute news cycle, which opportunistic politicians have played to their advantage. Martin and I dated long-distance when I was 18 and he was 19. He was working as a junior analyst at Jim Cramer’s Cramer Berkowitz, around the corner from parents’ Midtown apartment in the tenuous post-911 landscape, and attending Baruch College sporadically. His favorite bands were Thursday and Taking Back Sunday, his favorite word austere. We met on the bus home from a Green Day/Blink-182/Saves The Day show at Jones Beach the summer before I frolicked off to hippie dippy liberal arts college. Charming right? A teenage dream. Except it soon became obvious that Martin was a pathological liar, would pretend to cheat on me and brag about it to raise his value in my eyes, so I’d always feel like I was hanging on by a thread, could be replaced, would vie for his approval and forgiveness. Except it backfired, made me think he was pathetic, not desirable.

When we broke up for good, we kept in touch for a while. Had copious bouts of post-break up sex, as per indulgent college-aged kid protocol. I stayed with him for a day or two on the UES after he moved out of an apartment in the Olympic Tower that he had rented from a high school classmate who didn’t know what to do with his inheritance. And then I moved on, like a reasonably well-adjusted emerging adult human. Except when facebook became a thing, in November 2004, Martin began contacting me. First friendly, then increasingly inappropriate and desperate. Unwanted. In April 2008, a full 5-years after we had broken up, he sent me a facebook message alleging, “95% of the time i get off i’m thinking about you.” “ick,” I responded. And it didn’t end there and then.

She continues to explain the magnitude of Shkreli’s shitbaggery, but what her post boils down to is that this guy is such a relentless turd that he A) couldn’t bring himself to take a hint and B) thinks that money was the solution to being constantly rejected by a girl he historically treated like shit.

The final point of contact, which sadly I didn’t capture, was his attempt to refriend me on facebook this summer. (Never bothered to delete the request; facebook won’t allow me to access it now that his account is under investigation or whatever). I had unfriended him after he solicited me for prostitution and wouldn’t stop pestering me. Unbeknownst to me, his latest attempt came at around the same time he became CEO of Turing Pharmaceuticals. A friend in finance speculated the surprise contact could be explained by Martin’s sudden acquisition of cash to spend… on women.

Stay classy, baby.

I’m starting to get the sense that all of this could not be happening to a nicer guy.

[H/T Death & Taxes]