On the third date, he was droning on about himself again and I fell asleep.


Aftermath: We had less than zero chemistry to start with, and he had a ‘stalker’ vibe. In three days time, he had given me an gold necklace with my birthstone, and had left personal items in my car and workplace. I told him I really wasn’t interested and returned everything to him.

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“Update your contacts”


After hanging out for a few weeks at his apartment on weeknights, I asked him to hang out in public on the weekend. He said yes, then never called. We got in a huge argument on text & he then called me another girl’s name. When called out, his response “My bad. Lol. Don’t be upset. An honest mistake.”


Aftermath: He texted me another month later, asking if I was interested in hanging out again. Told him I wasn’t interested and reminded him who I was just in case he hadn’t updated his contacts yet. His response? “Whatever,” then not another word, ever.

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“Bob Dylan Happy Dance”

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We were listening to some Bob Dylan over breakfast. Out of nowhere he jumped up from the sofa and danced around the room whilst pulling his hair, shaking his head from side to side and shouting “Yes!!” For 3 songs solid. When I asked what he was doing, he said: “It’s how I express myself when I’m happy, and if you don’t love my dancing then you don’t love me…”

–Guys Shouldn’t Bounce

Aftermath: I ended it soon after via email. Mean, I know. But if that was his ‘happy dance’ I dread to think what being upset would do to him.

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“Poor Aim”

best of manners

After a long night out with his guy friends, he came home, didn’t realized both the toilet seat and lid were down and proceeded to urinate all over the toilet, the floor and the wall.


Aftermath: After making him clean up (to my standards), we were together for more than a year after (4 years total.)

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“5 minutes”


I knew it was over when he said he’d call me in 5 minutes. Five minutes, 5 hours, 5 days, 5 weeks, 5 months, 5 years went by and I never heard from him again.


Aftermath: After a while I tried to call but I had forgotten his number. I guess that was that.

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