I figured out he was just agreeing with everything I said and did. It was creepy, really. Like he had no personality of his own.

—Suzanna

Aftermath: I waited until after St. Patrick’s Day to break up with him. It was a big day for his restaurant, and I wanted to support him. Unfortunately, I got completely blotto and ended up puking in his bathroom all night. The next morning I told him we “just didn’t have anything in common” and had the best drive back to my house ever.

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