Went out with a Korean customer recently in the U.S. He called before the date & kept repeating, “Jennifer. Jennifer. I like you. Do you like me?” I went anyway. Our first stop was Burger King. He sat next to me & kept rubbing my leg and I kept removing his hand. No real conversation. Then to a dive bar where he rubbed my leg & still no conversation. In his car, he kept pawing my chest. I had to apply a joint lock to remove his hand.

—Jennifer

Aftermath: It was over at the BK, but I finished the date. A girlfriend who spent time in Korea later told me that most Korean mens’ only exposure to American women was in the movies, and therefore thought we were all “easy.”

When I heard him snorting up in the bathroom. Later in the relationship, he got mad at me because I didn’t set up an appointment for him to start seeing a drug counselor. (He was driving freight trucks and sitting on his ass for hours waiting and doing nothing, but I was supposed to set up an appointment for him while I was at my office job. Yeah, right.)

—jhordie

Aftermath: It was way too long for me to realize he wasn’t going to give it up, but I am gladly away from that now.

I kept a gun for self-defense because we lived in a shady neighborhood. One day he asked to borrow it. I asked why, and he said, “To kill my ex-wife.”

—Spiralina

Aftermath: I changed my locks and eventually my phone number.

I looked at him and realized that I disliked him so intensely, it bordered on hatred.

—Ingrid

Aftermath: Zero days. I kicked him out then and there.

Everything was going fine until she gained about 25-lbs. I was willing to go with it, until she started complaining about how said weight made her look fat. Near the end, she was literally crushing my goods when she was on top. I should have won an Oscar for those performances.

—AznInvasion2k

Aftermath: The relationship lasted for another 5 lbs, then I was in actual fear that I would lose my ability to procreate through the constant abuse.