We met up for bondage role play and with him blindfolded and his hands behind his back, I shoved him forward causing his face to bounce off the bed post and the floor. I then left saying, “You can clean this up, right?” (talking about the blood).

—Jack

Aftermath: Broke his nose and gave him a severe concussion. Haven’t heard from him since.

We were in a three year on-again, off-again relationship that went from engagement to genuine public animosity and back, punctuated with booty calls and jealousy. One night after sex at my place she began crying and wouldn’t tell me why, then abruptly left. The next morning she called and said she’d been seeing this guy and thinks she might be in love.

—Herve

Aftermath: She called intermittently after that; a week later to tell me that I’d better get tested for STD’s; a month later to tell me that she’d been diagnosed with borderline personality disorder; three months later to tell me that she was engaged. I eventually changed my number. She was married within six months of that night at my place.

We were at a bar with friends. A young, attractive French man was showing interest in me. Later that night, when I asked my boyfriend if the incident made him jealous, he looked me in the eyes, and, with all seriousness replied, “No.”

—Jennie

Aftermath: Hint taken. Thanks for being blunt.

It should have been over when he sent me a text informing me that he’d been lying to me for a month about who he was – his name, everything. Being a forgiving person, I chose to look past it for his honesty, only to be dumped 2 days before Valentine’s Day because we’d “grown apart.”

—Squishy

Aftermath: The same night he dumped me, he called me because I hadn’t tried to contact him after, and said he missed me and that he can’t not talk to me. CHECK. MATE.

I was on my way home from his house and hit a deer. When I called to ask him to come get me, he said, “I’m too tired for this right now.”

—Lynn

Aftermath: We dated for a year after that.