“I was dating this guy in his thirties, and he was a legit man-child. The first time he invited me back to his house, he had his disgusting, old, ratty baby ‘blankie’ folded at the end of his bed.
When I asked him about it, there was no shame in his voice when he proudly told me it was his baby blanket and that he sleeps with it every night and smells it because it’s comforting. I decided to forget about the blankie and continue on with the night.
Then, after things got hot and heavy and we were laying in bed, he asked if I was hungry or thirsty. I replied, ‘No,’ so he gets up and comes back to bed with a [peanut butter sandwich] and a Capri sun, in true man-child ways. Then he tells me he also has a dolly and a stuffed bear in his closet that he keeps around — in addition to the creepy tattoos of his mother and sister on both biceps.
I told him I wouldn’t be seeing him anymore.”
— Courtney, 28