A girl picked me up for a date and as she started riffling through her CDs to put some music in, I noticed that all she had was Backstreet Boys, Justin Timberlake, *NSYNC and 98 Degrees. And she was 34.
—Michael
Aftermath: There was no second date.
I asked to borrow his computer. His bookmarks tab was open and one of the pages he had bookmarked was “Chicks with Dicks.”
—Lindsey
Aftermath: Our 6-month “open” relationship ended about a month after this. He was a very sweet guy, but not for me.
I woke up, looked at my partner sitting on the edge of the bed and realized that I absolutely detested the shape of his head.
—Narie
Aftermath: It only lasted 3 months after that.
I knew it was over when a year-and-a-half into one of my relationships, he told me he failed Spanish class (in college). He was telling me at a moment when he just wanted to share his feelings, he was sad, and I realized that it so turned me off, this utter lack of effort or motivation.
—Carol
Aftermath: Of course, I look back and realize how awful I am to men, so unforgiving, without empathy, and I wonder why men date me at all.
