I belong to a dating site that specialized in husky men. One day I was contacted by a guy who wanted to chat. I read his profile and thought he was cute, so we talked. One time I asked him what his favorite book was. The responding message started: “Wizard of Oz. I don’t know why I’m telling you this, but I was an orphan and had a very unhappy childhood.”

—Nilmandir

Aftermath: It took me 24 hours to respond. After insisting that I chat with him on Yahoo so we could talk more “intimately,” I blocked him. I was creeped out.

He asked me out on a date and said he’d pick me up at 8. He called at 7:30 to tell me he would be half an hour late. By 9:00 P.M. I had called and texted him with no response. Realizing that he had flopped, I started making other plans. He called me at 11 saying, “Hey, I’m free now, want to meet up?”

—Happy Now

Aftermath: He called and texted me like crazy after, I (stupidly) agreed to give him another chance which resulted in flopped date number two. I told the time-wasting dipsh*t to forget my cell phone number and my name.

Birds were chirping outside my window and she complained about the birds. I pulled out a pellet gun, and she flipped out. She said, “For future reference, it’s always a bad idea to pull out a gun when you have a girl in your bed.”

—rs

Aftermath: She left and never saw me again.

He had a temper tantrum when I wouldn’t let him get a flat screen TV. He actually said “Well fine, from now on I’m just going to say no to everything you want.” Then he refused to speak with me for the rest of the day.

—Dawn

Aftermath: I want a divorce, but I don’t know how to go about getting started.

He thought I was asleep and didn’t know I could see him, sitting in the bathroom (with the door open). As if that wasn’t bad enough, he proceeded to pick his nose, examine it closely, and eat it!

— Still Having Nightmares

Aftermath: It’s been several years and I still can’t get the awful image out of my mind. First, SHUT THE DOOR. Second, watch what you eat.