| He had terrible breath. Like always and needed to see a doctor I think. Too bad, he was gorgeous with a strong jaw and nice hair. I couldn’t get past the bad breath and didn’t feel it was my place to say anything. This was in college. |
| Dune perfume, it gives me a headache and she wore it constantly. |
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She had a completely shaved bush and said by no means would she ever consider letting it grow in. (my strong preference) This was in 2001.
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| He wore bowling shoes and my friends made fun of that (behind his back). I really liked him, too |
I also had one of those … and I told him. In the Hope that he would address it and we could continue to date. But, it hurt his feelings and he became distant after … Next time I won’t say anything and just move on. |
I wish. I've plucked my whole life until laser came around, lasered the shit out of my boobs, but I still have a few that come back without fail. |
If a woman has nice t*ts, I don't care how hairy they are. Of course, there's at least one woman here who would dump me for referring the them as t*ts. |
| He was homely. I just couldn't take it any more although he loved me, treated me well, made a ton of money and was really good in bed. |
| substantially shorter than me, like 5 inches. I know it's petty but I'm a tall woman and it made me feel like the Jolly Green Giant. |
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Bad in bed. Literally out of breath. And he smoked.
I dumped him the morning after we first had sex. |
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Different men but:
-had terrible table manners and held his fork in a fist -had never heard of Jane Eyre -was too soft-spoken -was too short like 5’6” (huge mistake btw) -was uncircumcised But I mean everyone else I had really good reasons. But there were many more people I didn’t date simply bc I was an idiot. Such an idiot. |
| Oh and there was one who was missing the last section of one finger and although that wasn’t the reason it stayed with me. Also a bad decision, he was great. |
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- He had a snaggletooth
- He had a yippy little dog that he let sleep under the covers with him - He was way too into biking, so much so that he didn't own a car (this was when I lived in the midwest, in the suburbs, and known for brutal winters) - Too into politics - He lived with his parents, which wasn't a huge deal when I was only 25, but he slept on a cot in their basement. |
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Wasn’t a relationship, but I didn’t go on a third date with a guy because he was about 20 lbs more than I wanted him to be.
I know. |
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Broke up with a boy in high school (1993) because he insisted that the song “Sneakin’ Sally Through the Alley” was by Little Feat, when I knew it was Robert Palmer. (I loved Robert Palmer, RIP.) We had a real argument about this.
Later as an adult, I found out members of Little Feat were in Palmer’s backing band on that track. Still… no regrets. |