And if you haven’t had a boyfriend, a horrible date experience is fine.

One punched me, so that objectively is the worst.

But: The classiest manbaby behavior I experienced from my last ex (4 years long LTR) was when I poked fun about him in front of my friends. He incorrectly calculated something on a receipt. He was an accountant for a living, and I called him “Mr Accountant” jokingly.

Cue the Mantrum. I apologized profusely because I was a man-servant back then. Definitely in the sunken place. We were at a Detroit Tigers game for my friends bachelor and bachelorette party and had taken a chartered bus out to see the game across the state. This asshole skulked off and stood on the stairs to the stands at Comerica Park for the entire game, from the second inning until the end. I got the cold shoulder the entire bus ride home, and drive home from there. Not once did he address that he was hurt: just behaved like a petulant child.

My friends stopped inviting us to things after that.