He partied a lot and I was getting out of a 5-year relationship, so I wasn’t looking for anything. We took a last-minute trip to Vegas for my birthday. On the 2nd day of our 6-day trip, he took me to the little white wedding chapel and actually asked me to marry him. Of course, he was crazed out on all sorts of pills and he fell over while proposing! I left him on the ground and told him it wasn’t going to work out.

—Paula

Aftermath: I had the best time in Vegas after leaving him. I got an upgraded room thanks to winnings. We sat on the plane together and he said I would have to take a taxi home because I had no friends. Of course, my ride showed up before his.

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