Imagine being asked out for Valentine’s Day by the man you’ve come to catch feelings for, and he asks you out to dinner. He says to be ready by 8PM but he never shows up to pick you up like he said he would. Instead, he shows up at your apartment, drunk, and brings another man. How romantic! He blames you and guilt trips you, making you feel like you’re at fault, as if you threw him out. He brings another man to your apartment, arms together, inviting themselves over for a threesome. Cause get it? The man is your present! When that man he brought is touching you, he rages and gets possessive, not letting him touch you, so your present leaves. He can’t deal with Gabe. He’s smart. Unlike you. You get mad at him, so you confess your feelings, saying you love him. He basically ignores you, and his response to your love confession is to say that you can still be together but you’ll have to try harder and maybe you need a better partner to fuck because the man he brought didn’t work. And when you’re calling him out, telling him you’re done being his fuck toy, he turns into victim mode, saying it’s a trap and that you’ll only love him if he does what you want, but he’ll never be what you want him to be, basically someone who settles down. And it’s funny cause he actually admitted that YOU do whatever he wants. Which is true! Cause you’re such a fucking idiot and do whatever he wants you to. If he asked you to jump, you’d ask how high! He lets you know he’ll be enjoying himself and won’t think about you. One month later, you’re at your new job and apparently you’re with this other guy. He shows up at your job, unexpectedly and uncalled for, and when you see him, you notice how terrible he looks and that he’s skinny. He’s miserable, obviously! And as a reader, we’re most likely supposed to feel bad for this dude, especially right now that we KNOW he’s lost weight and he’s miserable and sad and blah blah blah. Absolutely bonkers. How pathetic. You couldn’t pay me to feel bad for this man child. I’d rather hear my two-year-old niece throwing tantrums than forgive Gabe.
Truly one of the most unromantic books I’ve had the displeasure of reading. Chapter 13 is one of the worst, most disgusting, most unromantic piles of shit chapter I’ve ever read. The Valentine’s Day scene, specifically, was utter trash. I’m all for entertaining, toxic romances, but this isn’t even that. This is a story of two characters who are different in what they want except they’re both childish, immature and worse than teenagers hitting puberty. One wants a forever kind of love, and the other is a “just for fun and pleasure” type. They both know what’s happening between them. The one who wants a real relationship chooses to go along with it anyway, even if he knows he’ll catch feelings and get heartbroken, so he’s basically an idiot from the start. The other chooses to play with his feelings. And I’m expected to understand and forgive him…why exactly? I’ll never know. We’re never really given a reason or justification on why Gabe acts the way he does.
The world would be a safer, healthier place without people like Gabe. He uses Dylan for his own benefit, manipulates him, and blames him. Dylan is a doormat character, has zero dignity, and can’t push Gabe away. Absolutely no remorse for any character. You couldn’t pay me to feel bad for Gabe or Dylan. I can’t even say that I think Dylan deserves better because his stupid ass doesn’t at this point. I hope he enjoys his relationship with someone who has raging issues, plays with emotions, thinks only of himself, and makes him feel guilty. Good for you buddy. You chose to keep your rose-colored glasses. He made his own stupid decisions and decided to be pathetic. Gabe doesn’t grovel at all. Dylan forgives Gabe like the desperate, pathetic, miserable, embarrassing, person he is. Gabe is a man child who doesn’t do anything to regain his trust and instead uses his power over Dylan to win him back. Gabe wasn’t toxic in the entertaining kind, and I believe he deserves to stay single and rot alone unless he gets professional help. What a fucking embarrassment. Never have I been more glad that this was not one of my first reads of this genre. If there’s one thing I’m grateful of being, it’s being someone who has terrible memory because I’ll forget everything that happened in this shitty piece of literature by the end of tonight. And it’s only 10:45 PM.