It was over when he compared my breasts to a video game.

—RIP

Aftermath: It ended the next morning after a year-plus of being together

On our second date, I showed up at the designated meeting spot at 7:45 p.m. Forty-five minutes later, he texted me to say he was leaving his apartment and he’d be there soonish, which would have made him 1.5 hours late for the date.

—Caramel Party

Aftermath: When I told him not to come because I was canceling the date due to his extreme tardiness and disrespect, he says, “What am I supposed to do now?” Hm, Perhaps learn how to not be a douche bag?

He came to pick me up for the first date, took one sweeping look around my apartment, went to my bedroom, took off his pants, and got into my bed. He didn’t even ask how my day was. Or take off his shoes.

—Natalie

Aftermath: It took five minutes and a threat with my Louisville anti-theft device to convince him I wasn’t interested.

He said my thighs were huge and then started to talk about his size 2 ex-girlfriend.

—Elizabeth

Aftermath: He never called. I left for college. I got over him.

We were set up by friends. He showed up at my house, unshaven, wearing a dirty T-shirt and jeans. We went back to his house where I thought he would shower, shave, etc. Nope. He had some beer. We went bowling and had dinner, and had a good time. I chalked up the beginning to nerves. After dinner, we went back to his house for game of “He Attempts To Grope Me While I Squirm Away.” I finally made him take me home.

—Grace

Aftermath: We never went out again, and I found out a few months later that he was going around town telling people that we’d had sex that night. Pig.