When winter rolled around, I saw his hideous leather jacket.

—Amanda

Aftermath: I stuck it out for a couple more months, but when my grandmother passed away and he was indifferent, that was the end.

It was our first date. We were at dinner, having what I thought was a fun, laughter-filled conversation. Then there was an awkward lull. I looked down at my plate and wracked my brain for something interesting to say. For some reason, I couldn’t think of a single thing to say to this guy, not one comment or question. Then I glanced up and saw him let out a deep breath and roll his eyes.

—AC

Aftermath: We went out two more times. The conversations never flowed easily.

We had unsatisfying sex a few weeks in, and while snuggling afterward, he told me that he was a Scotsman, and Scottish men were better than Englishmen, because Englishmen kick their women out of bed after sex. He droned on a bit about how awesome he was because he was Scottish. I told him I was Polish and didn’t care.

—Jennifer

Aftermath: One more date after that. I gave him another chance in the sex department, and in the middle of it, he said “I’m falling in love with you.” By the way, he still lived with his mother.

He took me over to his house for the first time and when I sat on the bed there was kitty litter and cat hair all over it.

—Amelie

Aftermath: Three or four more dates. I ended it when he told me he was bi-sexual but was in love with me.

We realized that the movie “Away We Go” was too much to hold hands through because we were never going to be that in love.

—Ramona

Aftermath: I haven’t heard from him since he left the next morning.