His perspiration smelled of curry.

–Jenny

Aftermath: I like curry, but not that much.

We had been dating about a month, he asked if I was seeing someone else. I said no and asked him why he would think that. He told me he was in my bathroom and found a male pubic hair in my toilet!

–Jennifer

I told him that if we had not had tickets to a show that night, i would never speak to him again, and after the show, I didn’t. How he thought it was a male pubic hair, I will never know…

It was over when she told me she did not believe that Central New Jersey existed.

–Dirty Jerz

Aftermath: We never spoke again.

My boyfriend and I were always laughing and having fun. We both had the same quirky sense of humor and enjoyed the same activities and even shared a passion: salsa dancing. It was a constant joy fest when we were together. But, for various (and really, pretty lame) reasons he decided I was not the right one to marry and he just had to be married. Even though he admitted that he would never again meet anyone with whom he could have so much fun he cried out in pitifully: “I don’t want to have fun, I want to be happy!!” Oh-hhh-K.

—Ginger

Aftermath: He has now traded in joyfulness and fun for ho-hum mediocrity with a new lady. What he really needed is someone to control. That’s his idea of happiness.

I broke up with my boyfriend for a number of reasons, which I clearly told him: 1) I didn’t love him anymore and 2) I had cheated on him the night before. His tearful response was, “We can still have sex, right?” Um, “No dude, we cannot, and by asking that question you just denied yourself that chance, which yes, probably would have happened.”

–Wes

Aftermath: We did not have sex ever again, but there was one drunken make-out session many, many months later. He also went crazy and somewhat stalked me.