LOVERBOY DOUCHE

Ok, So it begins when my best girlfriend at work tried to hook me up with her brother. I was feeling particularly sad and single, and thought I'd take the chance.
 
"He's a nice guy" she said.
"He'll treat you well" she said.
"He's a *romantic*" she said.
 
We made "friends" on Facebook. He never called me, but we briefly texted back and forth. He sent the very classic "Good Morning" text messages, etc. I believed he was a nice dude, and I believed his sister's reviews of him of course, as she was a very good friend of mine. 
 
Now, he comes to town (he lives in a different part of Colorado) for the weekend. His sister is pregnant, and he was arriving very late. I said it was OK for him to stay with me. We hit it off, and in a big way. I drove him around, in my truck, all day. We go to his favorite restaurant in Denver. We go visit his parents and his grandmother. He introduces me as his ride. Huh? Then, the fun starts. The entire weekend he did not shut up about the gaggle of girls in their early 20's that are his "friends". The bragging about all his "girls" was so irritating that several times I asked him to please stop. It was like trying to talk to a 16 year old girl.  He bragged about the gifts he buys all his "girls". His sister who is my friend has a daughter who got barely any Christmas gifts this year, and not one from him. 
 
Between this though, he was all about getting close to someone and developing a relationship. It was easy to see that he was really immature and not a nice person. He left a few days later, and I was relieved.
 
Now the funny part: It happened to be Valentines day that Monday. The day before, I s*&% you not, he sent another girl flowers. A big stupid pink and ribbons bouquet of flowers. I got to see them on his Facebook page. At the same time, I noticed that his Facebook handle is "LoverBoy". I laughed and caulked it up to a dumb guy trying to be a player. 

He sends me a text that says "Will You Be my Valentine". 
 "No thanks bud, I think you have enough" was my response. Later that afternoon, MY flowers show up. This douche bag signs the card, "Loverboy". Who does this $&^#!? Are there really men on earth that think being that trashy and cheesy is some kind of turn on?
 
He called me twice in a row that night, to shout at me and tell me what an effort it took him to order those flowers for me. That they were $100.00, how he got in trouble at work for ordering them, and that I should be GRATEFUL. Holy %^$. He was doing the same thing to another chick *2 days* after I asked him to please never contact me again. In fact, as she should be, I saw today that she is a fan of your site. :)
 
Viva La Douche!