About a year into our relationship she told me she felt that I didn’t give her the space to practice her Wiccan religion freely. I was totally dumbfounded and asked her how she thought I was not giving her that personal space. (We didn’t live together). She said she didn’t know, yet still stuck with her point.

—nightshrill

Aftermath: It lasted a week after that. That comment, plus her moping all the time about everything and anything, totally killed it. Nothing is worth that.

When sudden, unexpected, down-right startling nipple tweaks became your only idea for getting romantic. The only one.

—Isabella

Aftermath: About 6 months. He was once a wonderful guy; I tried multiple ways to explain that this did not work for me. Short answer: I tell you something does not work for me, and you do not care? Exit.

The first time I went over to his apartment, I saw that he had small Greek columns all over the place and draping cloth tacked up across the walls. It looked like a cheap hotel lobby.

—Shannon

Aftermath: He said I was too immature to be in a real relationship, but I found out later that he had been dating another woman while we were going out, and that they were moving to another state together.

When winter rolled around, I saw his hideous leather jacket.

—Amanda

Aftermath: I stuck it out for a couple more months, but when my grandmother passed away and he was indifferent, that was the end.

It was our first date. We were at dinner, having what I thought was a fun, laughter-filled conversation. Then there was an awkward lull. I looked down at my plate and wracked my brain for something interesting to say. For some reason, I couldn’t think of a single thing to say to this guy, not one comment or question. Then I glanced up and saw him let out a deep breath and roll his eyes.

—AC

Aftermath: We went out two more times. The conversations never flowed easily.