We had been out on a few dates and I wanted him to meet my best friend and her boyfriend. We all decided to meet at a nice restaurant. Everything was going fine until he opened his phone and started showing my best friend all the porn he had downloaded.

—Jillian

Aftermath: It was over two weeks later.

After sex, I thought it would be a good idea to take Plan B and made my boyfriend go get it from the pharmacy. Upon his return, he told me not to take it and that having a baby would be fun. Or if not, he hoped we could rent one for the day.

—Erica

Aftermath: Two months later….I realized his incessant need for marriage and children after 4 months, at age 24, was a little too much for me. The kicker? I broke up with him and he claimed he had been planned on breaking up with me all along.

I got home from school one evening and left my bag inside my car, just for a minute. I passed an “out of place” stranger while walking into my apartment. He said hello, so did I. When I got back to my car, someone had smashed the window, stolen my bag and wallet. I called to tell my boyfriend what had happened–that I was scared because I suspected it was that stranger who knew what I looked like and where I lived. The boyfriend’s response: “I’m doing the dishes.”

—sparkyluck

Aftermath: I stayed with him for at least another year and a half knowing each day I didn’t love him. Why, I really don’t know. It was awful and devoid of passion, love and even friendship. I don’t care if I ever see him again!

Not only did he cheat, but with “professional” women…

—Lisa

Aftermath: I am happily disease-free, and in someone else’s monogamous bed.

During the 2009 Golden Globes there was a tribute to Steven Spielberg. He said, “Spielberg didn’t direct Jaws.” I said “What?!” He said, “He may have produced it, but he didn’t direct it.”

Pause. “He didn’t direct The Color Purple, either.”

—Dirks

Aftermath: I moved out.