He was a slightly nerdy guy, but it was cute–until one day when we were about to take an exam and I had borrowed this really complicated graphing calculator from my teacher. When I asked him to help me figure it out, he started jumping for joy, exclaiming that it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever beheld…
Aftermath: It lasted a few days, though he didn’t seem too upset with me- just upset that he didn’t own a calculator like that…
I knew it was over when my husband and I were married for 1 month and I told him that I was pregnant. He said, “F***, S***, I wanted to wait for 2 or 3 years.” Also when I told him the sex of the baby, he said that he wanted a boy. What a jerk.
Aftermath: We dated for 4 years and we were married for 1 year
We lived in subzero weather and were waiting for the bus (loser – no car). He had picked a zit and the ooze that was coming out of it had frozen into a drooping, mini version of his penis. I knew it was over right then.
Aftermath: He beat me to the punch and decided to go back to his old girlfriend shortly after this happened. Good riddance.
Should have realized it was over when, on my birthday, he took me to a sports bar so we could watch football, knowing full well I despise the sport. It was the only time we ever went out. He would also take me over to our friends’ house at least twice a week to watch the sport.
Aftermath: Lasted two more months. Still haven’t figured out why I let it go on that long. Now I’m dating his best friend and have found true love.
We were together for a year or so, then she asked me one day if I would be okay with her dating another guy while being in a relationship with me…
Aftermath: Two weeks later I told her I was tired of her sh*t and left.