As I waited patiently for her to get ready, her kitten started nuzzling me. I picked the cat up and realized the poor thing had one eye. Then, my date came in, grabbed the cat from me and threw it violently onto the kitchen table, where it struggled to catch itself on the slippery surface before falling off the edge and landing on the hardwood floor.
—Leon
Aftermath: I rushed our date and broke up with her the next weekend.
I knew it was over when she linked me to this site.
—Adam
Aftermath: Still awkward.
One day I realized that funky smell emanating from my husband was creamed corn.
—Jenn
Aftermath: Sadly, the relationship lasted ten LOOOONG years after that. I finally kicked him to the curb when he carried me across the house by my neck, in front of our child. Should’ve left when he just stunk.
He showed me his house. He had two life-size mannequins in his living room, man and woman. They were dressed in the exact outfits his parents were married in (wedding dress and military uniform). From head to toe, everything the mannequins wore on their wedding day. I thought maybe his parents had passed and he was remembering or honoring them. No, they are still alive.
—Ricky
Aftermath: That was date #2; he didn’t get to date #3. Too creepy for me.
I woke up, looked at my partner sitting on the edge of the bed and realized that I absolutely detested the shape of his head.
—Narie
Aftermath: It only lasted 3 months after that.
