EDIT: Since people keep stating this, the comment that this post is based around was not made by the fiancé of the OOP. It is a comment left on the post by another Redditor.

There was a thread on Best of Redditor updates about a guy whose girlfriend told her friends that he wasn’t the best at sex and that she’s had much better.

Within the myriad of gaslighting, one comment stuck out to me in particular, straight from the horse’s mouth.

She said,

And she wasn’t even saying he was bad in bed! Just not the greatest sex she ever had.

Which no fucking shit. The best sex is always with the very pretty boy too boring for words but highly cooperative while you climbed him like a tree, or the complete narcissist who managed to hold in the assholishness until you finished the task at hand, or that truly weird dude who is vaguely disconcerting but damn he had the practice and stamina to be memorable. It’s a trope to have scorching sex with a recent ex for good reason, with all the passion and dysfunction jumbled together to be so good in the moment but leave you feeling so bad in the afterglow. Sex with the actually dateable dude doesn’t start fantastic; it starts functional and slowly builds to incredible over years of shared experience, attention, love, kindness, respect, and safety.

Sex with the walking insecurity otherwise known as OOP would’ve inevitably been self-sabotaged by his fears. But if he could learn to really trust his partner and believe she loved him for him as he was? Yeah, that’d work magic in the bedroom (and anywhere else their blossoming confidence tempted them).

This comment confirms and cements my fears that women settle with betas and men they wouldn’t have looked at twice when they were young and still secretly pine for the toxic fuckboy that gave them the best dick of their life.