We were snowed in at her parent’s house and I’d spent the last three and a half hours digging her and her family out. Exhausted, I sagged to the floor of her room and asked if she had any Chapstick. “I offered you some yesterday and you didn’t take it.” “I didn’t need it yesterday.” “Well, than that’s too bad, isn’t it?”
I silently stood up and left the room.

—David

Aftermath: First night I was stuck there was great; second night, she was downright mean. Still not sure if I’m COMPLETELY done with her, but damn, I’m close. I didn’t wait for her to finish a semester abroad so she could come back and talk to me like I’m ten years old.

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.

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.

Went out to dinner with an old girlfriend. Up front, I asked if she was seeing anyone. She replied, “No.” After dinner, we went back to my place to watch a movie. She had been rudely texting most of the evening thru dinner and our conversations…so I was curious at this “text-pal.” I maneuvered to give her a shoulder massage and looked onto her phone and discovered explicit texts to some guy.

—Christine

Aftermath: Movie concluded. I drove her home and she asked why I didn’t invite her to stay the night…

Even though he was an unemployed, recent law grad who had no actual career before, he would always correct me when I would call the condo that “he owned” an “apartment” by mistake—as if I couldn’t pickup on the concept of mommy and daddy footing the bill. He kept calling me a “nerd” about everything including having a job….and called me “old” nonstop when I was 26 and he 25.

—kannf

Aftermath: I let up on the contact. My old, nerdy ass now has a boyfriend that is 2 years younger. He may rent but at least he supports himself and has more wit than simply calling me old and nerdy every 5 minutes.