About 4 dates into it, he told a “funny” anecdote about having a good run at a blackjack table and not wanting to get up. Thinking he only had to fart, he let it slip, but something else came out. Not such a good run after all.

What bothered me most was that he told the story like it happened all the time and it wasn’t a big deal. From that point on, my friends and I all called him “Mr. Poopypants.”

Aftermath: I stopped returning phone calls. I bumped into him years later at a bar. After a couple beers and chatting, he asked why I stopped calling. I relayed the story. He assured me it was the only time it ever happened. I still didn’t date him.

After a long night out with his guy friends, he came home, didn’t realized both the toilet seat and lid were down and proceeded to urinate all over the toilet, the floor and the wall.

–J

Aftermath: After making him clean up (to my standards), we were together for more than a year after (4 years total.)

First blind date: He ordered ribs and I ordered chicken. After eating the ribs,  with BBQ sauce still all over his face, he starts trying to break the bones to suck out the marrow. Then, he reached over and started eating from my plate before saying, “You’re done with this right? Cause you didn’t eat.” He finished our dinner.

–Kat

Aftermath: I left him while going to the bathroom. I never responded to his calls or messages. He wanted me to know I was the best thing that came into his life and I should be his girlfriend. His friends called me, texted and harassed me on MySpace for 2 months.

Despite his jobless, irresponsible, lazy habits, I thought it was sweet that he made fresh coffee for me every morning. It was over when I realized, I can also make my own coffee.

—Daysi

Aftermath: I asked him to move out and within two months, I had cleaned out the garage, finished painting two bedrooms, hired a yard team, and met a nice man who pays his own mortgage and takes me out for coffee.

He asked my roommate for another girl’s number. And later lied about it.

—Jessica

Aftermath: It was over before that even happened. I later found out (not to my surprise) that he just wanted to get with me. Luckily I didn’t give him any.