“Teasing me with a 3-way”
She was always teasing me with a 3-way, with another girl. But, when she came home with her new best girlfriend, they had no interest in me.
—Ricky
Aftermath: Divorced 6 months later.

She was always teasing me with a 3-way, with another girl. But, when she came home with her new best girlfriend, they had no interest in me.
—Ricky
Aftermath: Divorced 6 months later.
He called me from out of the country and told me that he knew I was in a grocery store. And he wanted to know who I was shopping with (a male friend who had a car). Turns out his friends saw me and called him to tell him what I was doing.
—Lindsey
Aftermath: I found out that he was an international drug dealer, living under a different name, was married, and had 5 children by 5 women—all at age 26.
I had never been that sexually attracted to my boyfriend. One morning, after a long, booze-filled night, I was hungover and headachy. He tried to have sex with me anyway. I just acquiesced because I figured I could just lay there. I realized, as he was taking his pants off and thrusting toward me, that the reason I wasn’t attracted to him was because with his big round belly and hard dick, he looked like a bee coming at me with its stinger.
—Franny
Aftermath: It lasted less than two weeks after that. We never had sex again.
Physically, she was everything I wanted in woman. Yet her thick Russian accent and her choice of words were holding her back from being a perfect “10.” One evening, we cuddled on the bed and watched TV when I noticed her large hoop earnings. I told her how nice they looked and she immediately responded, “I will make you jump through hoops for me,” in that thick Russian accent. Those words, along with her strong accent, turned me off instantly. Her gorgeous looks couldn’t save her.
—George
Aftermath: Two days after the comment she became the first and only girl I broke up with via text message.
Having recently consummated a shiny new romance, I was cuddling on the couch with my new girlfriend. We were wrapped up in her comforter on the couch, watching TV and eating one of those giant chocolate bars. As her hands got smeared with melting chocolate, I watched in horror as she wiped her fingers on the edge of the blanket, then calmly folded over the chocolate-covered corner. I knew it wasn’t going to work right there.
—Rob
Aftermath: The relationship lasted for 6 months, off and on.