We hung out a couple times, had some drinks and went back to her apartment. I was blown away by her comfortability in disrobing and how amazing her rack was. We had great sex…and then I noticed it. She had the peculiar smell of a hospital when she perspired. That did it!

—Diggity Dave

Aftermath: We met at the movies a week or so later.  I really hoped it was something in her apartment, but as she hugged me at the theater, the hospital smell wafted up my nostrils for the last time!

Being well-read is a major turn-on for me. On the first date, I referenced Shakespeare’s “Taming of the Shrew” and “Much Ado about Nothing,” and she had never even heard of them. But she had read “Twilight.”

—Brian

Aftermath: There was not a second date.

It was over when he sharted in my car…

—Melissa

Aftermath: It should have been dunzo right then and there but it lasted a few more months. At least I have this story to think of that reminds me how much he sucks. lol.

My sister set me up on a date. He picked me up, drove us to a movie theater, stepped up to the ticket window and said, “One, please.”

—Shannon

Aftermath:  No second date.  My sister said he was notoriously cheap, and I ended up avoiding him at my sister’s gatherings for a year until he stopped trying to talk to me.

It was over when he constantly wanted to listen to “Legally Blonde: The Musical” and then did the “bend and snap” in front of one of my gay friends at a wedding. All I ever heard from my friends after that was how obviously gay he was.

—ade

Aftermath: It lasted for another 9 months. Ultimately ended because he cheated on me…twice. At least it was with a girl.