We were set up by friends. He showed up at my house, unshaven, wearing a dirty T-shirt and jeans. We went back to his house where I thought he would shower, shave, etc. Nope. He had some beer. We went bowling and had dinner, and had a good time. I chalked up the beginning to nerves. After dinner, we went back to his house for game of “He Attempts To Grope Me While I Squirm Away.” I finally made him take me home.

—Grace

Aftermath: We never went out again, and I found out a few months later that he was going around town telling people that we’d had sex that night. Pig.

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I was cleaning under my bed and found three 2-liter bottles full of spit and tobacco from his chewing tobacco habit. Later, I found out that he told his parents he had a night job and no girlfriend! We dated for 9 months!

—Chelsea

Aftermath: Lasted more one week and that was only because I wanted him to be in another country for the breakup.

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He came to pick me up for the first date, took one sweeping look around my apartment, went to my bedroom, took off his pants, and got into my bed. He didn’t even ask how my day was. Or take off his shoes.

—Natalie

Aftermath: It took five minutes and a threat with my Louisville anti-theft device to convince him I wasn’t interested.

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We were in my kitchen when suddenly a speck of something landed in my eye, which started watering like crazy. I rubbed it, and started moving my eyelids around trying to wash out the offending particle — all the while complaining about how it hurt. Turning toward the light, I asked him to look and see if he could find anything. He chose that most inopportune moment to grab me by my face and plant me with our first kiss: Clumsy, wet, open-mouthed.

—Nic

Aftermath: We still dated for a while despite that just about everything about him annoyed me, but I cheated on him with my old hottie friend while on vacation.

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He had just moved in with me about a month prior and one day while sitting on the couch together watching “The Tudors” on TV, I noticed he was picking at his toes. A few minutes later, I noticed that he was holding something between his thumb and index finger. Before I knew it, he had put the mystery piece in his mouth and about a minute later I heard a crunch sound. “Are you eating your toenail?” I asked. He looked embarrassed when he said, “Yes, it’s a nervous habit of mine.”

—Bethany

Aftermath: We are actually still living together, but not for much longer.

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