She offered me her ex-boyfriend’s jean shorts to sleep in. Her guest room was full of her ex-boyfriend’s clothes.
—Chad
Aftermath: My first clue should have been that the guy before me abandoned an entire wardrobe to get away from this woman.
When we were in bed spooning one night, and my arm fell asleep underneath her. As I went to slide my arm out, she turned around and said, “What’s wrong with you? Don’t you love me?” She rolled over and bawled for the next hour, inconsolable.
—Michael
Aftermath: Two months later, we were through. After my arm fell asleep, there was a constant boo-hoo over everything. I couldn’t take it.
She took me to Al-Anon, a meeting for the adult children of alcoholics, for a date.
—Aaron
Aftermath: That was the best part of the evening, even after she took off her clothes.
He cried during the last “Lord of the Rings” movie.
—Kelly
Aftermath: He cried when I broke up with him, too.
It was her turn to pick where we ate, but after 45 minutes of passing restaurant after restaurant, I finally looked over and asked her, “Really, where do you want to go?” She looked at me through teary eyes and said, “I don’t know!”
—Bill
Aftermath: We ate salty food at T.G.I. Friday’s. She paid. We broke up the next day.
