At the end of the date, he held me in a death grip and plastered his disgustingly wet lips (and tongue) across my mouth. Then he pulled back and said, “There. That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
— Amy
Aftermath: Ugh, it was worse than bad. I never saw him again.
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One day he asked me to have sex with him in a back room of a goth club while others were watching. No thank you. It put a damper on the evening and in his drunken, angry, disappointed rage he started telling me how conservative I was, that I wasn’t who he thought I was…. and that I might as well have been a Republican and voted for Bush!
— Melanie
Aftermath: We broke up. Calling me a Republican was about all I could stand.
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We ended up at my place in bed. In the heat of passion, she looks into my eyes and proclaims “I love you.” All I could do was laugh. She jumped off me, grabbed her clothes and stormed out the door half dressed.
— Pete
Aftermath: Never saw her again. When I see the new Miller Lite commercials, where the guy can’t force out “and I love you,” I think of her!
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I heard him flush the toilet, then he came running (like a little girl) out of the bathroom with this look of fear, shock, horror on his face. The toilet overflowed… He was too scared to plunge the toilet, so I did. He was 40! Really? He was so icked out that he icked me out.
— Andie
Aftermath: We did eventually marry. Divorced now. I should have known then he was full of s***.
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I was 20 years old and dating a high school teacher in his early thirties. I jokingly remarked one morning that I was not much older than some of his students to which he replied, “I’m living vicariously through you because I can’t lay a hand on any of them.”
— Em
Aftermath: I bolted and never contacted him again.
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