After two years together, his lease was up for renewal. I suggested he and I move in together. His response: “You want to live with me and my roommates?”
—Mel
Aftermath: It lasted another six months before I realized he honestly and truly wasn’t in this relationship for the long haul.
When I was 19, I dated this country boy while I was home from college for the summer. I knew it wouldn’t work when he showed up for a date one night in a Hooters T-shirt, cut-off shorts and high-top shoes. Then we went to a gravel pit and made out in the back of his pickup.
—Summer
Aftermath: It was fun while it lasted (about a week), but we would never have made it past that “What does it all mean?” conversation.
She kept telling me that I needed to go to church with her. When I asked why, she said because God loves us and only wants us to love and obey him. I knew it was over when I asked her how she reconciled our premarital sex with her orthodox religiosity and she told me to shut the F up.
—Patricio
Aftermath: We broke up about a month later. The sex wasn’t that good anyway.
He showed me his house. He had two life-size mannequins in his living room, man and woman. They were dressed in the exact outfits his parents were married in (wedding dress and military uniform). From head to toe, everything the mannequins wore on their wedding day. I thought maybe his parents had passed and he was remembering or honoring them. No, they are still alive.
—Ricky
Aftermath: That was date #2; he didn’t get to date #3. Too creepy for me.
