You are a narcissistic * * * * * * * , and I can't believe all of the stuff I put up with from you. Who did you think you were dating here? Another one of your desperate little 20-something divorced waitresses with no other options? Just a reminder: I make more money than you. I have a better career with you. I am better than you. You are LUCKY that I condescended to date you at all. You met your match when you met me, pal, and you're just mad that you couldn't defeat me. Your best friend, who you told me I had offended, is trying to hook up with me. What stupid choices you have made in who you trust and who you let go. Go back to the women who will dance the little dance of praise for you. You wouldn't know a real woman if she slapped you in the face. Which, man oh man, I wish I would have done. The second you pushed me is the second you deserved a taste of your own damn medicine. I regret that I didn't push you back. I guess all I get from this mess is the knowledge that YES, I am better than your loser exes you compared me to, better than your best friend that is trying to hook up with me now, and, most importantly, better than you.