{"id":60,"date":"2025-04-03T01:49:02","date_gmt":"2025-04-03T00:49:02","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/time.amazingstory.blog\/?p=60"},"modified":"2025-04-03T01:49:03","modified_gmt":"2025-04-03T00:49:03","slug":"man-who-asked-me-out-didnt-realize-i-was-the-fat-girl-he-bullied-in-high-school-my-perfect-revenge","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/time.amazingstory.blog\/?p=60","title":{"rendered":"Man Who Asked Me Out Didn\u2019t Realize I Was the \u2018Fat Girl\u2019 He Bullied in High School \u2013 My Perfect Revenge"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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When Jen matches with her high school bully on a dating site, she relives the trauma of her childhood. But still, she goes on the date\u2014as a way of getting revenge for how she was treated. The date ends up being a bust, and Jen doesn\u2019t get what she intended, so she plans a second meeting\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I sat at the bar, pretending to be absorbed in my phone as the door swung open and my date walked in. After meeting on a dating app, Justin and I had decided that it was finally time to meet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Except that Justin and I had met before\u2014just that he didn\u2019t remember it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A person using her phone | Source: Unsplash<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As he walked in, the familiar jolt of recognition shot through me, but on his face, there was only the casual scan of a man on the lookout for someone who could have been anyone but the girl he once tormented. As he approached, his smile was confident, practiced.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I steeled myself, reminding my racing heart of its role tonight\u2014a new woman, who just wanted revenge.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A smiling man | Source: Unsplash<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHey, Jen,\u201d he said, sliding into the seat beside me, unaware of the storm he was walking into. \u201cI hope I\u2019m not too late?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNot at all,\u201d I replied, my voice steady and sweet. \u201cI was just enjoying the vibe here. This place has changed since the last time I was around.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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People sitting at a bar | Source: Pexels<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When we had matched on the app, I was convinced that Justin wouldn\u2019t be able to recognize me. Since high school, I had drastically changed\u2014everything from my hair, my weight, and my sense of style.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I was a new person.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYeah, it\u2019s got a good crowd tonight,\u201d Justin nodded, waving over a bartender. \u201cCan I get you a drink now?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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People sitting at a bar | Source: Pexels<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I watched him closely\u2014he had barely changed since the last time I saw him. It had been our high school graduation, followed by a party in an open field. Justin had barely glanced at me. He didn\u2019t register that I was someone who had been attracted to him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then, not now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A group of graduates | Source: Pexels<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When we matched, I wasn\u2019t interested in Justin\u2014but after I spoke to my sister, we both thought that messing with Justin would be healing in some way.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSure, a gin and tonic, thank you,\u201d I said, watching his face for any sign of recognition. There was none. It was clear as he saw me\u2014I was just another date. Just another woman that he had picked up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A cocktail with strawberries | Source: Pexels<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As he chatted about his job and recent travels, I nodded along, my mind racing ahead to the plan unfolding around us. The bar was filling up quickly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Justin continued to speak, and I began to space out\u2014remembering moments from high school.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Students hanging out together | Source: Pexels<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Like the one time when the dull echo of my footsteps in the empty high school corridor seemed louder than usual, reverberating off the lockers with a metallic chill.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I clutched my books tightly to my chest, my eyes downcast, trying to make myself invisible. The memory of Justin\u2019s harsh laughter from earlier that day still stung, a cruel reminder of my daily ordeal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A close-up of lockers | Source: Pexels<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As I turned the corner, I could hear the muffled sounds of other students, their voices light and carefree. I approached the bathroom, a temporary refuge where I could gather myself away from prying eyes and sharp tongues.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I could never eat in the cafeteria. They would all look at me and laugh.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Meals on trays | Source: Unsplash<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I remember pushing the bathroom door open, the familiar scent of industrial cleaner mixed with a hint of floral air freshener greeted me. I checked the stalls quickly\u2014empty\u2014and allowed myself a moment to lean against the cool tile wall, exhaling slowly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The tears came then, quietly at first, then with a shuddering force I couldn\u2019t contain. It wasn\u2019t just the words that Justin had hurled at me\u2014it was the relentless, grinding down of my spirit, day after day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A bathroom stall | Source: Unsplash<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Bringing me back to the present, Justin asked if I wanted to leave the bar after our drink and get something to eat at the many food stalls outside. Younger me would never, but I was different now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As he asked for the bill, Justin began to hound the waitress.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A couple drinking at the bar | Source: Pexels<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI need you to hurry up,\u201d he told her. \u201cWe\u2019ve got places to be and you\u2019re just taking up my time. Could you do your job any slower?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She blinked back tears and went to get the bill.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMy ex-girlfriend was just like that,\u201d he said, turning to me. \u201cHer eyes would well up whenever I said anything.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A smiling waitress | Source: Unsplash<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The evening ended with me leaving Justin outside the bar, claiming that I had a headache and needed to sleep it off.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I was disappointed that I didn\u2019t get my revenge.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

At home, I sat with my laptop in bed and decided to take another shot at having my revenge against Justin. I logged onto Facebook and created an event\u2014adding everyone who had gone to high school with us.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A person using their laptop in bed | Source: Pexels<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I planned the reunion, making the bar that I had just left the location for our meeting. When the event was created, many of my ex-classmates indicated that they would be there\u2014there were many shares and by the next morning, the number of people attending had grown.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A laptop opened to Facebook | Source: Pexels<\/p>\n\n\n\n

On the day of the reunion, I spent a while getting dressed. This was a big moment. This was for everyone to see that I was the best version of myself\u2014and that I was confident in my own skin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

At the bar, I went straight to the bartender and made sure that the bill would be sent to Justin at the end of the evening, giving his name and number.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A woman doing her make up | Source: Pexels<\/p>\n\n\n\n

After a while, Justin came up to me with a big grin on his face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou seem different, have we met before?\u201d he asked, slurping his drink.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He didn\u2019t even have the decency to remember me from drinks the previous week.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The irony of his words almost made me laugh, but I kept my composure.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A person holding a glass | Source: Pexels<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI get that a lot,\u201d I deflected. \u201cMaybe I just have one of those faces.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Justin laughed, shrugging as he turned to signal the bartender for another round.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cBut you do know me,\u201d I said. \u201cYou really haven\u2019t changed, have you, Justin?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A couple talking | Source: Pexels<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cJust that you\u2019ve always had this way of making people feel less,\u201d I pressed on, my resolve hardening with each word. \u201cLike how you talk to the waitress, or how you joked about your ex the other night.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Justin\u2019s face hardened when he realized who I was\u2014but still, I was merely the girl from the dating app, not the one who had been bullied by him before.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A person holding her phone | Source: Pexels<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat? Oh! Jen!\u201d he said, his face contorting.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDo you remember Jennifer from high school?\u201d I asked loudly, hoping that people would be listening. \u201cThe girl that you tormented. The girl that you made sure knew how different she was from everyone else. That she didn\u2019t fit your cruel standards.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

His face went pale, his eyes widening as realization dawned, connecting the past with the present.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A shocked man | Source: Pexels<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019m that Jennifer,\u201d I said. \u201cAnd tonight, I wanted you to see exactly who I have become, despite your best efforts to break me down.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Justin stood up, his mouth opening and closing, searching for something to say but finding nothing. Around us, the expressions from our classmates ranged from shock to support, their eyes fixed on us.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A surprised woman | Source: Unsplash<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI hope one day you\u2019ll understand the weight of your words, how deeply they can cut,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Turning on my heel, I left him standing there stupidly, the bill for the drinks being the least of his worries.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Finally, I had done it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A person holding a receipt | Source: Pexels<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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