He asked me out on a date and said he’d pick me up at 8. He called at 7:30 to tell me he would be half an hour late. By 9:00 P.M. I had called and texted him with no response. Realizing that he had flopped, I started making other plans. He called me at 11 saying, “Hey, I’m free now, want to meet up?”

—Happy Now

Aftermath: He called and texted me like crazy after, I (stupidly) agreed to give him another chance which resulted in flopped date number two. I told the time-wasting dipsh*t to forget my cell phone number and my name.

Birds were chirping outside my window and she complained about the birds. I pulled out a pellet gun, and she flipped out. She said, “For future reference, it’s always a bad idea to pull out a gun when you have a girl in your bed.”

—rs

Aftermath: She left and never saw me again.

He thought I was asleep and didn’t know I could see him, sitting in the bathroom (with the door open). As if that wasn’t bad enough, he proceeded to pick his nose, examine it closely, and eat it!

— Still Having Nightmares

Aftermath: It’s been several years and I still can’t get the awful image out of my mind. First, SHUT THE DOOR. Second, watch what you eat.

I’d been with this guy for 9 months or so, and things had been going downhill for a while. One day I was finally fed up, and called him to break up. He actually said, “You can’t break up with me. I won’t let you.” My response was “Well, you really have no choice in the matter. We’re done.”

—KJ

Aftermath: He continued to tell people we were together, including mutual friends. They thought I was being terrible to him, even though I told them what had happened. I lost a lot of friends over the fact that he refused to believe that I had, in fact, broken up with him. But considering the guy, I’m glad I broke contact completely.

Met a guy on a dating site. One night he slept over – I woke up at 2:30 am to a blaring TV and no guy. I called him: “Where’d you go?” “To a buddy’s.” “Why’d you just leave in the middle of the night?” “Well I left a note.”

Reading the note, it stated how we were an “imperfect MATCH.” Classic.

— Drea

Aftermath: He called me a few days later, but I never spoke to him again.