We went out on the lake and, after his first dip in the water, I noticed the mole on his chest had reacted to the cold. Triple Nipple is a deal-breaker.
—Jillian
Aftermath: The moment we hit land, I was out.
After two-plus months of dating, he gave me pink, grandma-style drugstore slippers for Christmas. With tassels on them, no less. I spent weeks picking out the perfect gift for him (which cost me about 99% more than what he paid for mine). And the slippers were the wrong size.
—Katy
Aftermath: We broke up the day after Christmas.
I went over to his house for a chance to spend some romantic time alone. We ended up looking in his basement for his long lost Lego set, and I watched in amazement as he spent over an hour building himself Lego architecture on the floor, smiling like an 8-year-old.
—Clo
Aftermath: I left his house early that night, and about a week later, I ended it and never looked back.
His room was perfectly arranged – shoes aligned in his closet; shirts and pants organized by color; bed made with hospital corners; and magazines at right corners. One day he screamed at me for leaving a magazine slightly ajar on his desk. He told me it showed that I didn’t respect him. I tried to break up with him then, but he begged me to stay. Two weeks later after my grandma died and he refused to comfort me. He broke up with me claiming that “I should’ve seen it coming.”
—KJW
Aftermath: It’s been 10 years and, thankfully, I’ve never had to see him.
