She couldn’t cook, I love to. Great dinner on the stove, she pops the frig and proceeds to chow down on chips and dip. Then, “I’m not hungry.”
–Chris
Aftermath: Things went downhill from there pretty fast. Serious heartburn, but hey, life goes on. Always vet the eating habits. The good part: Funny, exciting, ooh the sex. The breakup came after 4 months living together. No amount of bed fun can outweigh something you do three times daily.
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I went to a wrap party for a TV show he was working on and everyone I met kept commenting, half-jokingly, to me about how I seemed too cool and nice to be engaged to such an a**hole (their word, not mine). After about conversation #5, a light went off in my head.
–Anastasia
Aftermath: I dumped him about a week later. When his co-workers think he’s a jerk, he probably is.
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She was my first real love, I was her second. Our relationship was on the rocks after nearly three years. She told me she wanted a tattoo. I told her I didn’t like the idea. She didn’t care about what I thought or about me.
–Adam
Aftermath: Her first love came back into town after going away to university and boning everything that moved. She went back to him, but refused to tell me there wasn’t a chance for us so as to “not hurt me.”
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.
—Ginger
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.
She came back from a summer in Ireland a completely different person. I said to her, “You used to love every moment together. You used to love every time I touched you. You don’t even want me to touch you anymore, do you?”
She screamed through a rush of tears, “No!”
–Gill
Aftermath: I drank, did lots of drugs and messed around with other women for a whole year before converting back to my Catholic faith. Now I’m dating her roommate. I had a crush on her first, anyway.
