He kept climbing up on things. We’d go to a bar and he’d climb on the pool table or the bar or whatever else and perch on it. I think he thought it made him interesting, but it really just made him look like a tool.

—BlueCanary

Aftermath: He started wearing black eyeliner right around the same time I stopped returning his calls.

He slept with my coworker to make me jealous. It didn’t.

—Jalinda

Aftermath: He tried to commit suicide two nights after the break-up. I stopped feeling sorry for him after the next girl broke up with him and he again tried to commit suicide. Drama queen!

We were making out, and suddenly we had to stop. He looked over at me and said in that stupid, gruff, three-pack-a-day voice of his, “I wish we had more time—and a condom.” We had barely been dating three days.

—Lily

Aftermath: I broke up with him probably two days later. (He sucked at kissing too.)

When asked when I would be ready to start a family by my (now ex) boyfriend, I said, “I have no idea if or when I want to have a family. I have no idea if that will happen for me.” He said, “That’s a lie.” Umm…no.

—Pamela

Aftermath: He continually brought up the same point. I continually gave him the same answer. I hated being called a liar. We broke up.

He invited me over to watch the new “Battlestar Galactica” miniseries. After it was over, he declared that the decision to run from the Cylons was cowardly, though he acknowledged that to stay and fight meant the end of the human race. A true patriot would have fought anyway, he said. Then he informed me that the show was obviously anti-Iraq war propaganda, and that he was a fervent supporter of President George W. Bush.

—Shannon

Aftermath: I would have ended it right then, but felt bad because we had already purchased tickets to see the premiere of the last “Lord of the Rings” movie with mutual friends a few days later.