In high school, I went to a school play with a girl from my clique. She thought it was a date, because as soon as the lights went down, she grabbed my hand. I thought, “What the hell?  She’s kind of pretty.” When the lights came back up, I realized that pretty as she was, I simply wasn’t attracted to her.

—Jason

Aftermath: She “broke up” with me the following Monday (we hadn’t spoken all weekend). I think we both wanted something that wasn’t there. We actually were better friends after that, though.

I asked him what he wanted to be doing in five years. He said “still driving a truck and finally be making real money at $15.00 per hour.” He had already been working there for five years and had started the job at $13.00 per hour.

—Ma Shell

Aftermath: We lasted two weeks after that. And the clincher? It ended when I had to give him a pen so he could sign my birthday card.

I was having sex with a tall giant, she was 2 feet taller than me. I thought there could possibly be a relationship, but I was wrong. I was not black enough for her. F myself. I am the sexiest motherf****r that ever walked the planet. I can get any girl I want. That is for damned sure. Apparently, the rope and bombs were too hardcore for her. As I look back on the relationship, I am glad I did not care too much about it. I mean, she lived in a dream!!!

—Jack

Aftermath: Stood her up seven times. She finally got the hint!

She didn’t want to get cleaned up after we hooked up.

—Jesse

Aftermath: I lied the next morning and said, “I’ll give you a call.” Then went to the Laundromat for my sheets.

I had been dating him for 5 years and I was 7 months pregnant when we went separately to the county fair. He had no idea I was there and saw him kiss another girl. He came home and asked why I was pissed. When I told him, he said “Can’t I have you both?”

—Shay

Aftermath: We ended our relationship. I am getting married to an amazing guy.