I was cleaning under my bed and found three 2-liter bottles full of spit and tobacco from his chewing tobacco habit. Later, I found out that he told his parents he had a night job and no girlfriend! We dated for 9 months!

—Chelsea

Aftermath: Lasted more one week and that was only because I wanted him to be in another country for the breakup.

He had just moved in with me about a month prior and one day while sitting on the couch together watching “The Tudors” on TV, I noticed he was picking at his toes. A few minutes later, I noticed that he was holding something between his thumb and index finger. Before I knew it, he had put the mystery piece in his mouth and about a minute later I heard a crunch sound. “Are you eating your toenail?” I asked. He looked embarrassed when he said, “Yes, it’s a nervous habit of mine.”

—Bethany

Aftermath: We are actually still living together, but not for much longer.

A guy I had been dating off and on for six months came to pick me up for a date. The floor of his car on the passenger side was littered with fast food trash. He expected me to put my feet where the trash was and didn’t try to clean it up. It was disgusting.

—Noel

Aftermath: After the movie, he borrowed five bucks for gas and took me home. We never went out again.

He called and said, “Me and my friends are in your neighborhood, and we’re wasted! Where are you?” It was 2:00 PM.

—Cathleen

Aftermath: The call came two weeks into the relationship. We haven’t spoken since.

She threw up in my friend’s Nissan a block away from her apartment. She was drunk.

—George

Aftermath: It was over after I carried her to the door. I never saw her again, but the throw up stain is a reminder of that dreadful night.