I went on a date with a guy, anticipating a romantic evening, but I actually had to run away from him. The man ranted for like 5 minutes about how much he didn’t want girl children and saw them as punishment. He said, “If my wife put out 3 girls in a row, I’d cheat till I got a boy.” I explained that it was actually the man’s material contribution to pregnancy that determines sex, but why did I bother? He was clearly dumb.
His eyes glazed over like I’d spoken ancient Greek. “Nah, women control that stuff,” he insisted, chugging his beer. I sipped my wine, plotting my escape. Then he doubled down: “Girls are just drama queens—expensive too, with all those weddings. Boys build character.” I nearly choked. This caveman thought daughters were a cosmic curse?
As the waiter cleared plates, he leaned in, grinning: “You’d make cute boys, though.” Red flag parade! I mumbled about a “headache” and bolted for the door, heart pounding. Outside, I Ubered away, laughing in disbelief. Ladies, trust your gut—science smarts aside, some dates are straight-up Darwinian rejects. Swipe left on sexists forever. Who’s got worse horror stories? Spill below!
