He returned to his dorm late, completely smashed and proceeded to pass out on the bathroom floor. We had a bus to catch from Prague to Budapest and he hadn’t packed any of the things he accumulated while studying abroad.

—Meredith

Aftermath: I booked a one-way ticket home the next day and did not look back.

We had dated a few years in college and were spending a summer week on the coast. We were in love, though very different. There was a billboard with some pro-family message (fine by itself). She asked if I’d want kids. I said not with her since they’d be raised religiously. She was a born-again Christian. We both knew then that this wasn’t for the long haul.

—Never Subtle Enough

Aftermath: We argued about that point, but had a nice week nonetheless. We weren’t a couple after that, though we did have sex a bunch of times. We both loved that part.

Our second date was dinner and live music at a popular sports pub. I’m kind of silly, and when I made him laugh with a crazy story, I noticed his black teeth!

—Joy

Aftermath: Nice guy turned Cavity Creep. Deal broken.

My boyfriend of a year told me that he loved me because I was like his toilet.

—Jess

Aftermath: It took about a month to break up.

We had a lot common and he liked to have deep conversations. I was starting to really like him and hoping he’d ask me out until one day he mentioned he hoped to have at least two wives someday. I thought he must’ve meant two kids but he didn’t. He was a polygamist. He tried to console me by promising I’d always be the “first” to him.

—Ali

Aftermath: I avoided him as much as possible from that moment. I left that job as soon as the summer was over.