We were making out, and suddenly we had to stop. He looked over at me and said in that stupid, gruff, three-pack-a-day voice of his, “I wish we had more time—and a condom.” We had barely been dating three days.
—Lily
Aftermath: I broke up with him probably two days later. (He sucked at kissing too.)
She kept telling me that I needed to go to church with her. When I asked why, she said because God loves us and only wants us to love and obey him. I knew it was over when I asked her how she reconciled our premarital sex with her orthodox religiosity and she told me to shut the F up.
—Patricio
Aftermath: We broke up about a month later. The sex wasn’t that good anyway.
She was always teasing me with a 3-way, with another girl. But, when she came home with her new best girlfriend, they had no interest in me.
—Ricky
Aftermath: Divorced 6 months later.
I had never been that sexually attracted to my boyfriend. One morning, after a long, booze-filled night, I was hungover and headachy. He tried to have sex with me anyway. I just acquiesced because I figured I could just lay there. I realized, as he was taking his pants off and thrusting toward me, that the reason I wasn’t attracted to him was because with his big round belly and hard dick, he looked like a bee coming at me with its stinger.
—Franny
Aftermath: It lasted less than two weeks after that. We never had sex again.
It was over when she told me that she was allergic to latex.
—Chicago Chris
Aftermath: 2 Weeks.
