We moved to a new city together and soon I started making new friends. He didn’t and he became very suspicious. In fact, one night he asked my co-workers if I was “really at work,” followed me home from work and inspected my underwear when I was taking a shower. It promptly ended that night.

—Nicole

Aftermath: I had to live with his crazy behavior for the next three months afterward until I could move into a new place.

During a phone conversation, I mentioned I was going to see Elton John with my siblings. He made an anti-gay remark which I, at first, thought was a joke. He then proceeded to get angry and go on an anti-gay rant. When I told him that I had several gay friends and was pro-gay rights and that I tried to explain things to my young daughter so she would be tolerant, he told me he thought less of me as a person and said maybe I should start taking my daughter to church.

—MH

Aftermath: I hung up on him. He proceeded to call me or have his friend call me for days. I didn’t answer. I’m now happily married—to someone else.

He suggested we have sex and I agreed if he had protection. He stands up, digs through his laundry hamper and pulls out a condom that’s already been opened and unrolled.

—Allison

Aftermath: I never slept with him, though we continued seeing each other for a month because I felt bad.

We were cuddling on his couch watching The Others and he said…“I could keep you here forever!” It was our first date…

—Kaye

Aftermath: He called me the next Saturday over a dozen times and I ignored him. He finally gave up.

It was over when he asked his cats what I wanted to do that day. In a doggy voice.

—Mizz Gooch

Aftermath: I f***ing hate cats. Only later did I find out that he named one of his cats after his favorite porn star.