On our second date, after we went to a movie, he said, “Let’s get a 12-pack and head back to my place.” How subtle can you be?

—Kris

Aftermath: That was our last date. I went back to my old boyfriend and married him.

He called me a c*** because I told him it was stupid that he and his ex-girlfriend had joint custody of their dogs.

—Chelle

Aftermath: We tried to make it work, but after he said he wasn’t sure if he would love his child more than his dogs, I was done. We haven’t talked in over a year…thankfully.

The CEO of a company that I worked for called to tell me that my boyfriend, an investor in the company, was having an affair with the Sales Director’s best friend.

—Amy

Aftermath: I had to ride to business meetings with the Sales Director while she fielded personal calls about bridesmaids’ dresses. When things soured between the cheating couple–they divorced after six months–I endured the Sales Director’s questions about my ex’s moral character.

He told me he was on the phone with someone in the World Trade Center during the 9/11 terrorist attacks and then saved people in a stranded subway train, and then had qualified for several Ironman Triathlons, and was in a ten-car accident, and…..

—Lolita

Aftermath: I tried to break up Mr. Pathological Liar without saying why. We broke up and he continued to track me for a couple of years.

We had been dating 1 and 1/2 years when he told me one night that I was worth the equivalent of two Playstation 3s to him. And really meant it.

—Chelsea

Aftermath: His friend told me later that he meant to say four. I ended it two months later, wish I would’ve done it sooner.