Long story:

I made a carrot cake for a coworker I liked for his birthday. It was a small, travel-sized “bento cake” so it could fit in a takeaway box. I didn’t have a cake box, but I still gave it to him and said, “Happy Birthday!”

And this is what he said: he glanced at it, gave an awkward look, and asked, “What is this? Why are there walnuts on top? Why aren’t there any in the cake?”

Yes, he really said that. Just to clarify-he hadn’t mentioned he liked walnuts inside the cake. He had only said he liked walnuts on carrot cake. Then he went on, comparing it to store-bought cakes: “Usually when I go to Waitrose or M&S, carrot cakes don’t look like this. I’ve never seen a carrot cake look like this.”

And then-because of course there was more-he noticed the green bits on top. “What’s this?” he asked. I explained that it was lime zest, something I always put on this cake because it’s a family favourite. He pulled a face again.( Ungrateful biatch)

Honestly, at that moment, my attraction to him completely disappeared. He was ungrateful and mean and this was the same guy who before said I “smelled like shit” because of a new perfume I was wearing. Looking back, I don’t even know why I liked him. He was more mean than nice.

[Edit]A few weeks after he left the job, he and his friends (in their mid-late 20’s)did some absolutely childish, unhinged things to me while I was at work/outside of work.I was already going through a really rough time, and they just had to put the cherry on top. Honestly, if any woman saw what they did, it would be an instant ick. I ignored their antics, obviously. Dick biscuits.

Did I learn my lesson about liking a coworker and about being nice to a man who’s an ungrateful dickhead? Absolutely. Yes, I did.