These men have about as much charisma as a wet fart. Seriously, how these women didn't just punch these awful men in the face, I'll have no idea. The women sharing their stories only wanted a fun date, and instead were sucked into a disgusting freak show. Content has been edited for clarity.
Open The Door To A Nightmare
“I matched with a guy online years ago. We lived three hours apart, so he would come visit me every other weekend initially. We had wonderful chemistry. He was attractive, fit, funny, and successful. We had similar interests, and he was also a Harvard grad, which I thought was impressive. After two months, we decided I would go visit him for a weekend. He was a gentleman and said I could sleep in his guest room. I arrived at this three-story, two-year old town home that had a stately exterior with pretty landscaping. He came out to get my suitcase, and we walked into his home. He opened the door and what I initially noticed was that the entryway floor was dirty and sticky. He showed me around, and there were piles of items everywhere, including discarded food boxes.
His kitchen was FILTHY! Dishes piled in the sink, dirty countertops, and overflowing garbage. Of course, I needed to use the bathroom. I went to his powder room and it was gross. The toilet looked like it had never been cleaned. The last straw was when I saw long strands of hair on his sink and floor of different colors! There was blonde hair, brunette hair, and curly red hair. I was incredulous and asked him why he didn’t clean before I arrived. He said he is a very busy person and didn’t think cleaning is important. I grabbed my suitcase and left. I blocked him and never spoke to him again!”
“I Almost Puked”
“I was out with a group of friends, when I had to go pee. The line for the lady’s room was too long, so I decided to use the guy’s room. As I was walking out, my crush and his buddy started walking in, so I ducked back into the stall.
The boys were peeing at the urinals, and his friend said he thought I was hot and was going to ask me out. My crush told him not to, that I wasn’t the kind to just mess around with people. His friend says he doesn’t care about that, and I seemed fun. Crush then says he called dibs on me, and the friend asked why he’d want dibs if I didn’t put out. My crush said, ‘Like she’d have a choice.’
Then they both laughed and his friend said, ‘It’s better like that anyway.’
I almost puked. I waited until they left, found the girls in the group, told them what happened, and we decided to bail. The boys (there were two others that were with them) intercepted us as we were leaving and asked why we were going so soon. I told them that none of us felt like getting assaulted. They all looked confused, and I told them I heard them in the bathroom, and to stay away from me and my friends. All four of them tried to say it was a joke, and we were too uptight, so I told them all to get lost and lose our numbers. We never talked to them again, and later on we heard that my former crush and one of the other boys groped a girl who had passed out at a party while their friends watched, recorded, and laughed. If her friends hadn’t found her then, I shudder to think what else would’ve happened. It definitely taught me that real men don’t joke like that, and if someone does, to run in the other direction.”
Too Shocking To Be True
“When I was starting college, I had a crush on this guy from my hometown, who was introduced to me through a mutual friend. We went out a few times, we shared the same music taste, and we would sometimes text for hours. I thought we might have a good thing going. Then one day, he told me an incredibly sad story about how his younger brother had died in the woods near his house a couple years before, and how it was so sudden when they found him. His mother still cries every night. His younger sister barely remembers him since she was about four when that happened. I felt so awful for him and his family about that tragedy. It all came crashing down a couple days later, when I was chatting with the mutual friend of ours, and the subject came up in our conversation. My friend looked at me surprised, saying that the guy NEVER HAD a brother, and that yes, he is sure. Rather amused, he then also explained to me that the guy is known for making stuff up. Any sort of a warning to this behavior would have been nice!
I instantly lost interest, disgusted by this lie. Thinking about some other things he’d told me, I quickly realized that most of it didn’t quite add up either. Over the years, I have bumped into him a couple times, and I have also met a few people that also happened to know him. Everyone knows him to be a pathological liar. His lies will vary. They can be pretty innocent, like saying he’s going to meet his aunt for coffee while actually going to the grocery store to buy some milk. They can also be pretty brutal, like claiming he has cancer and only has three months to live. It is so scary to think that he has a wife and kids now. I really worry about them.”
Middle School Horror
“He turned on me. We were in seventh grade. I had moved to a new elementary school, and had quite literally nobody I knew. My sister graduated the year before, so I was stuck at a new environment, where everyone already knew each other, had their cliques, and didn’t really like new people. To me, I was normal in every which way, but to them, my love of Pokémon, reading, and just a lot of things in general were ‘wrong’. The only kid who actually cared about me was Charlie. He was cute, with blonde curls and freckles, and he insisted on walking me home the first day of class. My mom loved him as instantly as I did. We spent half the year together (as friends), hanging out and walking home together, despite him living in the opposite direction, and sharing in our common interests.
Then one day, he just changed. He turned into every other kid at that school, using anything and everything personal I shared with him against me. He informed all my classmates of my insecurities and hidden passions that I was too afraid to express to anyone besides him, including my family. And what did that leave me with? Nobody. I had zero friends, just two people who tolerated me to an extent, and about half of the class treating me like some freak, including some boy I used to wish to date. Thanks to him, I now have severe trust issues and anxiety, where I only share the bare minimum with friends and family, even if they have proven time and time again that I can trust them. There was no way of me escaping them, but I did eventually find friends, including the person who currently holds my affections. Charlie and I avoided each other after another attempt to make amends went horribly, yet by the end of this year, when we both graduated, he genuinely apologized to me and we wound up working together on numerous English projects.
I wouldn’t call us friends, I don’t think I ever could go through that again, but we decided that ignoring each other wasn’t going to do either of us any good in that class. I may not be able to move on from that pain, but I’m a much better person at the end of the day.”
Dorm Room Snackdown
“He and his roommate got into a very serious fist fight in front of me. This took place in a very tiny dorm room. Now I don’t mean they were dodging each other and throwing light punches. I mean this was a WWE-style wrestling smackdown. These dudes were two athletic, rage-fueled college freshmen. Naturally, the entire room turned into the Thunderdome in an instant. The worst part? My crush was the one who instigated the fight out of thin air. This happened AFTER he invited me over, so I could help him write an essay for a class we were both taking. My crush’s roommate was trying to maintain the peace at first. The roommate didn’t get involved until my crush shoved his head INTO THE WALL from across the room. It all went downhill from there. This fight happened over literally nothing. It started with my crush egging on his roommate for the sake of fighting.
I tried to leave when these two were shouting at each other. I even packed my bag and made my way to the door, but my crush conveniently blocked off the door by standing in front of it. I was desperately trying to dodge them as they threw each other around the room. I ended up getting elbowed in the face, shoved by his roommate, and was hit by multiple flying objects. These two finally stopped fighting because the RA had heard the commotion. It took two RAs to pull these dudes off of each other, and a third RA took me out of the room. As soon as it ended, this fight became a bona fide campus legend. I had all sorts of people coming up to me that night, asking me about my first-hand account of the fight. The weirdest part about everything was that I later learned my crush had a crush on me then too. I’m not entirely sure why he thought it would be a good idea to put me directly into harm’s way. I think that it’s pretty funny now almost a year later, but it instantly killed any feelings I had for him. I have never felt feelings evaporate like that before in my entire life.”
Reading Is For Nerds!
“My interest was waning because he would brag about how he didn’t read or see any point to reading. I was in grad school at the time, and I loved reading and learning anything I could. I worked in a library and was planning on becoming a teacher. I felt like this guy must have had a bad experience with reading growing up, so maybe I could help to bring him around. It wasn’t that he disliked reading, he was against the entire idea. He acted like a bully in a 80s teen movie, claiming that reading was for nerds. That idea was so foreign to me that I couldn’t believe he was actually serious at first.
The final nail in the coffin happened one night after I drove past his place on my way home for work. He was sitting in his truck outside his apartment and smoking. I thought it was kind of weird, but I didn’t question it too much. When I asked him about this later on, he lied and told me he was at work on the other side of town. He claimed that he didn’t even smoke anyway. He had such a guilty look on his face, there was no way he could convince me out of what I saw. He helped me decide that he wasn’t worth any effort after all. My interest was completely gone. Looking back, the entire thing was pretty shifty and a bad fit. I’m not sure how I stayed interested in him as long as I did.”
The Most Boring Man In The World
“Turns out he never bothered to develop a personality because his looks and sporting prowess carried him through every interaction in his life. I didn’t care about sports, so when I finally ended up having a one on one chat with him, the guy was a complete void. He couldn’t talk about ANYTHING. He hadn’t even developed the ability to ask questions because he was all too happy to just be praised and be talked about all the time. It was so bizarre. He didn’t really know what he liked, had no real opinion on anything outside of sports, didn’t have any hobbies, and was generally just dull as dishwater.
I’ve met plenty of people that like stuff that I don’t, but their passion for it and their desire to share it with you is what brings you into the conversation. There is a difference between being talked TO and talked AT. This guy didn’t care if I watched or liked basketball, whether I understood the references, whether I’d heard of a player, a coach, or anything. He didn’t actually bother, even with the one topic he cared about, to actually include me in the conversation. Also, when I asked him what he did in his downtime, he said he sometimes played video games to de-stress. I asked which games he loved playing, and he said (and I quote), ‘Honestly, mostly anything.’
No follow up. Then I asked him about his last basketball game, and he went into ‘Chatty Cathy’ mode again. Rinse and repeat with me asking about movies, TV, art, politics, food, holidays, childhood memories, and friends in common. He never asked me a single question the entire conversation, not even, ‘Do you watch basketball?’
He was just happy to talk AT me about it, like I should just enjoy listening to him go on and on about his stats and his player interactions and his strategies. We were on a coffee date that he asked me out to, so he definitely wanted to talk to me to an extent.”
What A Pathetic Response!
“I crushed really hard on this guy my second year of college. We got along great, and he was super nice, funny, and just an awesome person to be around. He was super charismatic, and there weren’t many people who didn’t like him. I was over the moon for this guy. Near Valentine’s Day, I finally worked up the courage to tell him my feelings, and it actually worked! He agreed we would go on a date-ish type of thing for my birthday/Valentine’s Day (both we’re back to back for me). Once I got gussied up the night of, he completely ghosted me. I was waiting for him in the parking lot of school. I just drove back home in shame.
After Valentine’s Day passed, I would see him around campus, but I actively avoided eye contact. He came by and hugged me, saying that he was sorry he couldn’t make it. Apparently, he once dated a girl with the same name as me, and I triggered some hurt feelings from him, so he didn’t think it would work out. I thought that was pretty weird, but I awkwardly accepted the answer. I didn’t see him again for another few weeks. When I did see him, he was going out with a girl with a really similar name to mine. That one hurt me real bad. The joke is on him though. I’m now married to a guy who was born and raised in another country. He had a hard time even pronouncing my name at first, but he always tells me how lucky he is to have me. I wouldn’t trade him for anything.”
Get Out Of There Girl!
“We were friends. I had a bit of a crush on him, but I never made a move. One time, we were hanging out at the bus stop, and he told me way too much about all the women he recently slept with. It was such a turn-off. He seemed like he was bragging to me, but I had no idea why. I’m not shaming anyone, but this guy seemed like he wanted to make me feel weirdly bad because of it. That was the first sign. The second sign happened after a distant relative of mine passed away, and I happened to be on a date. I mentioned how this relative was a member of a sorority, and he instantly makes fun of her, saying that she was in a cult. It was so disrespectful. I should have walked away right there, but for some reason I stayed on that awful date.
The final straw happened when we were driving back home in his car. He was drinking some soda, but he didn’t want to finish it. I asked if I could try it, but I hated the taste. I asked him, ‘Hey, is it okay if I dump the rest of this outside?’ and his response was, ‘If you do, I’ll push you into the road.’
I thought he was joking, but his face was dead serious. I was nervous, but I decided to take a chance, roll down my window, and dump out the rest of the soda. Well, he wasn’t joking. He shoved me against the door, almost opening it in the process, in the middle of the day, in heavy traffic. So yeah. The worst part? He is a local musician and his band is starting to get more and more popular. He is super nice to his fans, and he was a pot dealer, so everyone who knew him really loved him. He was even my vocal instructor for a brief time, and I suspected that he had some anger issues due to how he yelled at me during those lessons. But for some reason, I still went on a date with him. Nobody would believe what I had to say about him because his reputation was so good. And that is why I don’t date musicians anymore. It is a phony industry, and your heroes are actually terrible in real life.”
Am I A Pretty Clown?
“I had my first crush in the eighth grade. He was in my homeroom class, and I sat behind him and beside his best friend. We often talked to each other. I just kinda started liking him because he was cute.
Well, eighth grade was also the time I started wearing some makeup. My friend and I would put it on in homeroom right before instruction. She sat next to me. One day he came in and sat down, looked at me, and said, ‘You’re wearing makeup?’
I said, ‘Oh yeah!’ with butterflies in my stomach.
Then he said, ‘You look like a clown.’
It just didn’t register. I just looked at him and nodded my head.
His friend looked at me and said to him, ‘Don’t be mean. What is wrong with you?! That’s not right!’
Then said to me, ‘You don’t look bad, he just doesn’t know how to speak to girls who are too good for him.’
His friend was a lot nicer than him, and I didn’t realize that at the time. I just saw him as a friend and classmate. We played soccer together and I later learned he had a crush on me. We didn’t date or anything because he moved right before ninth grade started, but we did see each other often during the summer, since he lived close to my friend. My crush also had a habit of calling people ‘communists’ as an insult. He said it all the time. That’s what began to turn me off. I even asked him if he knew exactly what it meant, and he gave me some nonsense definition like, ‘Someone who’s an idiot’ or something. I just remember that they way he said it really irritated me, and I stopped talking to him.”
Things Get Ugly Real Quick
“We were out drinking, and my crush got wasted and started to fight a guy that he thought was harassing me. The guy said he didn’t harass me, and I agreed with him, but my crush still tried to ‘defend’ me. If my crush had been trying to protect me, wouldn’t he have listened to me when I told him nothing was happening? That should have ended it! So clearly, his macho behavior was clearly just a pretense. He wasn’t trying to protect me. He was angry that someone was supposedly ‘poaching his territory’ and making a move on me. His anger seemed irrational and illogical, and it was not born out of a desire to protect me. If the next time this sort of fury took over my crush, would I be the target of his rage? I was honestly terrified. If he had been trying to protect me, me saying that nothing was happening should have ended it. It didn’t. So it clearly was just a pretense. He wasn’t trying to protect me, he was mad someone was trying to ‘poach in his territory’ and asserting his claim on me. I saw the possibility and didn’t want to risk it.”
Living Under A Razor
“I’m a naturally hairy woman. Since I was thirteen, I could spend an hour per day shaving myself and there would be visible hairs the next day. It’s especially bad in my armpit region, I literally cannot get a clean shave there. I’ve decided to ignore arm hair and my little mustache, I pluck my chin and eyebrows, shave my legs relatively often, and do the best I can with the aforementioned problem area. In high school, this guy and I took a liking to each other. Everyone thought we were so great together because we were both outspoken and tended to get philosophical quite often. This can be annoying to certain people, so they figured we would go great together and not annoy each other. They were kind of right I suppose, I mean we did hang out quite a bit, but there was one thing I couldn’t get over.
Now, this guy: he’s pale, blonde, and scrawny. Even in his early twenties, I don’t think he’s ever had a single chin hair yet, not to mention general body hair. The hairs he does have are all pale and barely visible too. And at one point, he said he thinks people with body hair who don’t shave are absolutely disgusting. And any romantic inclinations I had towards him just vanished. I can’t live under a razor because of a dude, forget that. Anyway, we’re still friends and I hope he figures out that’s a completely ridiculous thing to say to a woman.”
How Not To Date A Person
“I went out with this guy once, and it was like he burst out of a red flag factory. I casually mentioned that I wasn’t wearing a bra, and he totally lost it. He kept asking me why I wasn’t wearing one and how he didn’t even notice before. That was just the tip of the iceberg though. He completely lost his mind when I mentioned that I’m also into women. Even after the date, he would consistently text me things like, ‘Do you want a girlfriend?’ and, ‘Do you want a threesome?’
It was beyond obnoxious. I had to stop answering my text messages. I don’t know why I went on another date with him, but I did. He thought it would be fun to bring up politics on our second date! I kept politely disagreeing him, but his views were completely insane. He lost it. He would not stop citing pseudo-science with me. I kept telling him I didn’t want to talk about it, we weren’t that serious that we needed to focus on these topics quite yet. He would not stop though. It was just ridiculous how intense he was being! I ended the date right there, and later on I texted him that I wanted to break up and how I felt this needed to happen. He didn’t even try to apologize or anything! He simply texted me back, ‘Okay.’ I still think about how narrow-minded that dude was sometimes.”
Horrifying Betrayal
“He didn’t defend me when his friends tried to assault me. He just laughed with them. I have never been popular, and I was always the victim of harsh bullying. People would repeatedly tell me how prude I was, simply because I never had a boyfriend. Apparently, that prompted some of my classmates to start a nasty bet. Whoever could get me to go out with them would win, it didn’t matter how intimate things got. Every contestant put in a bit of money, and $100 became the prize. All of a sudden, I was invited to the popular kid parties, peopled tried to make me drink, and random people started to flirt and talk with me. More and more people became aware of the bet, so now complete strangers were hitting me up. It was weird, and I was still in the dark about the entire thing. I didn’t understand why these people suddenly cared about me.
At one point, my crush and I went on a school trip together, and that’s when everything got way too out of hand. A couple of guys cornered me in the park during this trip and told me exactly what they wanted to do to me. Some of them were my classmates, others were friends of my crush, and one of them was my crush. You can imagine how terrified I was, a defenseless teenager with no adults in sight at that time. I really hoped my crush would defend me. He seemed to be a nice guy, who would never lay a hand on anybody. But he simply laughed along with these guys. I was appalled. It took another two months before another girl told me what was actually going on. I told the teachers about the bet, as well as who was involved and how I was kept in the dark for so long. The teachers told me that I had no proof, and that I was imagining things. They told me, ‘Boys will be boys with hormones, what can we do about that?’
Everything finally stopped when I got a boyfriend that very summer. He looked pretty tough, so the other guys must have been too scared to lay a hand on me. He would later turn out to be abusive, but that’s another story.”