"Nasty."
That's what you called me.
Well, thanks, but let me let you in on a little secret.
I can promise you, swear on my father's grave, that one day, you'll be looking at me, saying, "Wow, she's so beautiful, I wish I could be dating her."
And I'm going to look you right in the face, and tell you:
"Sorry, but I couldn't possibly lower your standards like that."
I will be beautiful in your eyes.
You?
You'll forever be a monster in mine.
You never tell a girl that, and you never laugh about it afterwards.
P.S. That girl you're in love with doesn't want you.
Good luck finding someone who would treat you half as good as I would have.
I might forgive you, but I will never forget.