While hanging out with a bunch of friends, I met someone they brought along named Will. He seemed like a normal dude, but he got really clingy and flirty and invested a lot of time talking to me to the point where I felt pretty cornered. At some point, somehow, I remember saying that a guy had never given me flowers. At the time, it was a simple fact. I wasn't sad or left out. However, he spent a lot of time saying I deserved flowers and I must feel awful, blah blah blah, even though I tried to move on. I even threw in, 'Well, a guy surprised me with pizza once, and that was pretty much the best thing ever.' That still wasn't good enough.
A few days later, he was hanging out with us again. We were in a pretty big group, hanging at the beach. He and some of the guys took off, and he eventually returned with flowers for me. He made it into this whole thing of, 'You're a really good friend, and it made me so sad that nobody has treated you right.' He strongly reminded me that he wasn't trying to get in my pants and that he was just being 'a better guy than any of [my] exes.' I was incredibly uncomfortable, but I was as polite as I could be.
A week or two later, everyone was out without me (no biggie) and he messaged me over Facebook to tell me everything my friends had said behind my back. He said that he now knew I was a slut, and I just slept with every guy that my girlfriends introduced me to...he thought I was special, but because I'm such a 'sloppy slut,' he could never love me...he wished he'd never wasted $10 on flowers because I wasn't worth the money...etc.
After all that, he said something along the lines of how if he weren't so nice, I wouldn't learn from my mistakes.
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