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I met my boyfriend at a New Year’s party and found out right after our first kiss that we lived over an hour apart. But I thought, no big deal. Nine months later, when he made it very clear he was never leaving his childhood town and there was no way I was moving up there, it kind of spelled the end.


Aftermath: Men would rather chew off their own arm than come out and say “This isn’t going anywhere.” So I had to make the call, which sucked because I still think he’s unbelievably attractive!

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“Bad Timing”

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I was in mourning over a kid who had died from heat stroke. I didn’t know him personally, but the thought of dying so young got to me. I was crying on my boyfriend’s couch, and he tried to console me. Then, he put my hand on his crotch and tried to make me give him a handjob while I was sobbing. Hot.


Aftermath: Thankfully, his grandmother came in so he threw my hand off. It lasted maybe 3 months afterward, and there is no justifying that duration.

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It should have been over when he told me he had sex with his sister. They weren’t blood related, but raised from toddler age. Their parents supported their sick relationship. I figured he loved me when he stopped seeing her on their “Wednesday nights” and asked me to marry him. What a mistake. He never slept in the same bed with me, and would only touch my arm with his finger as a sign of affection. I asked him if he had been sexually abused and he screamed, “No!” like a frantic woman.


Aftermath: A few sad, pathetic years. During that time he stashed away $50,000. I asked for no alimony. I am with my real husband now and our life is blessed!

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She said, “Sometimes when I speak English too much, I get a headache.” I know one language…English.


Aftermath: First and final date.

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“Social Anxiety”

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My best friend’s mom died when we were 17. My boyfriend at the time was a friend of hers too, and we both went out of state to be with her for the funeral. He spent the whole weekend whining about his social anxiety disorder and how he hated the food everyplace we wentin front of my friend who had just lost her mother.


Aftermath: It lasted two more months. I talked to him less and less while he whined about how much he missed me, and then I met someone else at a ballroom dance class.

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