We lived in subzero weather and were waiting for the bus (loser – no car). He had picked a zit and the ooze that was coming out of it had frozen into a drooping, mini version of his penis. I knew it was over right then.

—Lollie

Aftermath: He beat me to the punch and decided to go back to his old girlfriend shortly after this happened. Good riddance.

Should have realized it was over when, on my birthday, he took me to a sports bar so we could watch football, knowing full well I despise the sport. It was the only time we ever went out. He would also take me over to our friends’ house at least twice a week to watch the sport.

—Emma

Aftermath: Lasted two more months. Still haven’t figured out why I let it go on that long. Now I’m dating his best friend and have found true love.

We were together for a year or so, then she asked me one day if I would be okay with her dating another guy while being in a relationship with me…

—cjd

Aftermath: Two weeks later I told her I was tired of her sh*t and left.

I had gone out with this guy a few times. I told him I didn’t think things were going to work out with us. After our conversation, I wondered if I had made a mistake until I received a text message from him that said, “Can I at least come over and you can sit on my face?”

—Thera

Aftermath: I never talked to him again.

It was over when he mentioned physically beating on each other would be hot foreplay.

—Ty

Aftermath: He actually did smack me about a week later, but not in any sex play kind of way. I left and that was the end.