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.
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.
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.
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.
