"Move out here. We can finally be together."
Those words rang in my brain over and over as I met him. At the time, my emotions did a flip-flop. I was apprehensive, but I actually felt happy. Excited, even.
This was a few minutes prior to that all changing to confusions.
First with the two half-naked boys in his hotel room.
Second with where he was taking.
I had moved out to him on the pretense that we were going to live together.
Turned out he had made arrangements with a friend of a friend of where I would stay.

Douche is the word printed across his hoodie. Because he is, in fact, a douche.