I saw a message from a girl on my boyfriend’s MySpace page in which she said mean things about me and called him “better than me.” His response to the message was, “Thanx, come watch me spin at the club.”
—Chloe
Aftermath: It ended many times after that, off-and-on ’cause he kept weaseling his way back into my life.
After him pursuing me for a while, I finally agreeing to date him. After a few dates and sex, he suggested I lose weight and then we could decide where the relationship was going.
—Michele
Aftermath: I ran into him a few times but we never dated or had sex again. He moved across the county soon after.
He said my thighs were huge and then started to talk about his size 2 ex-girlfriend.
—Elizabeth
Aftermath: He never called. I left for college. I got over him.
For our second date, he told me he was speaking to a crowd and asked, Did I want to come hear him? Turns out it was an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting. And I had to help set up. I left and went to a bar about half way through.
—Officedog
Aftermath: He called me the next morning and left a voice mail saying we’d been together long enough and it was time he met my kids. I deleted the message.
He sprawled himself out across our bed and ate an entire box of Ho-Hos and didn’t leave anything for me but the wrappers.
—Hungry
Aftermath: Three or so weeks, just long enough to move out. Of course, that was really just the last straw and not the cause of the end. He was a mama’s boy, through and through. Ugh.
