best of quirks
He stood up to another guy who was treating me badly at a bar, which I thought was pretty chivalrous. When we got back to his place, he said, “I gotta see what I’m dealing with,” and bit me on the ass.
Aftermath: After biting me, he disappeared into the bathroom for 10 minutes. I knew it was going to be a very bad night right then. I never saw him again after that night. I heard he has a girlfriend now. Hope she likes biters.
This post was submitted by mel.
best of quirks
His perspiration smelled of curry.
Aftermath: I like curry, but not that much.
This post was submitted by Jenny.
best of chemistry
My boyfriend and I were always laughing and having fun. We both had the same quirky sense of humor and enjoyed the same activities and even shared a passion: salsa dancing. It was a constant joy fest when we were together. But, for various (and really, pretty lame) reasons he decided I was not the right one to marry and he just had to be married. Even though he admitted that he would never again meet anyone with whom he could have so much fun he cried out in pitifully: “I don’t want to have fun, I want to be happy!!” Oh-hhh-K.
Aftermath: He has now traded in joyfulness and fun for ho-hum mediocrity with a new lady. What he really needed is someone to control. That’s his idea of happiness.
best of sex
I broke up with my boyfriend for a number of reasons, which I clearly told him: 1) I didn’t love him anymore and 2) I had cheated on him the night before. His tearful response was, “We can still have sex, right?” Um, “No dude, we cannot, and by asking that question you just denied yourself that chance, which yes, probably would have happened.”
Aftermath: We did not have sex ever again, but there was one drunken make-out session many, many months later. He also went crazy and somewhat stalked me.
best of clashes
For my boyfriend’s birthday I had gone to a lot of trouble and told him we needed to leave the house by 6:30 or the night’s events would be derailed. At 6:30, I was sitting on the couch, ready to go. He came out and whined that his hair wasn’t working and said he needed to re-wash it. When he re-washed it two more times (for a total of four hair washings and another hour delay), I knew we were done.
Aftermath: All I could see was how high maintenance he was and we broke up a few months later.
This post was submitted by Elizabeth.