We hung out a couple times, had some drinks and went back to her apartment. I was blown away by her comfortability in disrobing and how amazing her rack was. We had great sex…and then I noticed it. She had the peculiar smell of a hospital when she perspired. That did it!

—Diggity Dave

Aftermath: We met at the movies a week or so later.  I really hoped it was something in her apartment, but as she hugged me at the theater, the hospital smell wafted up my nostrils for the last time!

Being well-read is a major turn-on for me. On the first date, I referenced Shakespeare’s “Taming of the Shrew” and “Much Ado about Nothing,” and she had never even heard of them. But she had read “Twilight.”

—Brian

Aftermath: There was not a second date.

On our second date when at the restaurant, while we were waiting for our dinner, he pulled out his pocket Bible and asked me what my favorite verse was. When I couldn’t think of one, he read me his favorite one and preached to me about God’s love for the rest of the night.

—Vivian

Aftermath: I went out with him one more time so he wouldn’t think that his God talk scared me away. But it totally did!

It was over when he sharted in my car…

—Melissa

Aftermath: It should have been dunzo right then and there but it lasted a few more months. At least I have this story to think of that reminds me how much he sucks. lol.

My sister set me up on a date. He picked me up, drove us to a movie theater, stepped up to the ticket window and said, “One, please.”

—Shannon

Aftermath:  No second date.  My sister said he was notoriously cheap, and I ended up avoiding him at my sister’s gatherings for a year until he stopped trying to talk to me.