Suck-o

If this weekend were a guy, it would totally be that guy who went out with you once, told you he really liked you so you would make out with him in the backseat, then would drop you off at the head of the block and speed off before you got to your door, never to be heard from again with the exception of one random drunken dial in mid-December.

Him: Jerk.
You: Crushed.