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We went out for five years. I was never put first. I went to a funeral with him. He said we’d be an hour or so. Turned into over seven hours. I said nothing. When we left I asked him if we could stop for food. He said no, as he had to go meet his buddies to play hockey for the remainder of the evening.
— G to Hill Bill
Aftermath: He did try to change but I dumped him.
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After six years of taking care of him, his two daughters, and the financial end of his business, he told me he I wasn’t pretty and he didn’t love me anymore!!!
— bongluvinlady
Aftermath: Six months later he calls all the time and wants me back. Hind sight is always 20/20.
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chemistry
I rescheduled our first date. At first he seemed fine but then I received this text: “You will continue to loose (sic) respect from ppl you meet and pros in the biz by YOUR LIES. Til you will aliniate (sic) yourself & wonder why ppl are so disapp. in u. SHORT SKIRTS WONT HELP U. Stop your lies. Ppl can see right through them and YOU!”
— Ashley
Aftermath: A year later, my new boyfriend and I went to dinner. Simultaneously, I said, “Oh my gosh there is Mr. Short Skirts” and my new boyfriend said, “Oh hey there is my friend …” Needless-to-say, it made for a very awkward “introduction.” And yes, at that time I was still wearing a “short skirt.”
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chemistry
I knew we had come to a screeching halt when he failed to tell me he loved me two nights in a row. He said he wished he had “met me later in life and was too immature for a relationship and needed to find himself.”
— Hanna
Aftermath: We had dated almost two years, and he had dumped me our first semester of college also because he needed, “to find himself.” Hope you find whatever it is your looking for.
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chemistry
Turns out in real life my internet date didn’t like to smile, expected me to pay for the entire date, barely spoke, wore knee-high socks with shorts and had horrible breath. When I told him I needed to be going, he wouldn’t take the hint to get out of my car. He then tried to kiss me. I threw myself against the driver door and he finally got out. I jumped a curb trying to get away from him.
— rockandroll2442
Aftermath: We never spoke again, but he did find me on another social networking site a year and a half later. He pretended not to know who I was, and told me I was attractive and wanted to know if I would like to get together sometime.
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