Douchebag of the Week

There are a lot of men in this world. Some of them are good, some are bad and some are just plain douchebags. Also known as d-bags, tools, asshats and jackholes, you know who I'm talking about. (See http://www.douchebagalert.com/db/ for examples)

Part of really being a douchenozzle* is complete oblivion to one's social ineptitudes, therefore spotting a doucheasaurus rex* is usually cake. The trouble comes when an otherwise charming young man pulls a douche move; it makes said move that much more douchey because it was so random. The inagural recipient of the Douchebag of the Week recognition is one such a doucheappotamus*.

My friend, the Belton Belle, is in grad school on the east coast, where she's teaching classes while finishing her research. Not that long ago, one of her students introduced her to a guy in need of an escort to an upcoming function. He's a doctor, a nice guy, funny, smart, good-looking and came with the recommendation of one of her favorite students. She met him for dinner then agreed to accompany him to the hospital function. They had a great time and continued seeing each other. When he told her he was moving to Michigan, they decided to continue seeing one another and coordinated trips back and forth to spend time together.

Having a long weekend for Fall Break, the Belton Belle made plans to fly to Michigan for a visit. She arranged all the details, made exciting plans for fun things to do during her time in the state shaped like a mitten and began packing. The day before leaving, she called to let him know what time her flight arrived, share excitement for the weekend and just talk. The day of the trip, she gathered her bags and headed to the airport. After a relatively uneventful trip to the check-in counter and through security she sat down to wait for her boarding call. And that's when her phone rang.

She got a voicemail from the guy that basically said "I dont think you should come this weekend. In fact, I dont think we should see each other anymore. Take care."

After the meaning of the message really sank in, she walked back through security, back to the other end of the airport to the counter to tell the airline she would not be getting on that flight. And then she began begging them to find her checked bag and pull her luggage off the plane so she could take it home with her. Then she called the friend who had just dropped her off at the airport, to return and pick her up.

Cancelling plans after she bought a plane ticket is a pretty douche move in and of itself. But cancelling plans via voicemail, when she's AT THE AIRPORT, given he talked to her 12 hours earlier is worthy of the title of Douchebag of the Week.

*colorful synonyms for douchebag