This is very interesting from Metro UK
One minute everything is all sunshine and roses. You’re skipping along hand-in-hand with love hearts pouring from your eyes, thinking that you’ve finally found your soul mate.
The next something happens, alarm bells start clanging and you know, in that split second, that your dalliance needs to end. Immediately.
We’ve all got our limits.
Here, 24 people reveal the exact moment they knew it was time to give their significant other the heave ho.
A nasty surprise
I was in the pub with a guy I was seeing, just having a drink. They next thing I know, he pulls out his false tooth, puts it in my pint, and then tries to kiss me!
I showed the guy I was seeing a gigantic black dildo I’d been bought as a funny Secret Santa present – he sulked when I implied his penis wasn’t as big.
No penis is that size. It was ridiculous.
Can I leave a message?
I was working on a cruise ship as a massage therapist and at the end of the day the spa receptionist told me, ‘Pete, you know that girl called here six times this afternoon asking for you.’
‘Yes, and she used a different voice each time.’
No more drama
When he called my dad a c*** because he wouldn’t lend him his shoes and then ran off into the night crying when I told him it was unacceptable.
Manners maketh the man…
I was sat chatting to his ex-girlfriend.
We were looking across the room at him eating (which involved shoving huge amounts of food in his face and allowing bits to dribble down his chin) and she said, ‘He goes down on you like he eats.’
She was right.
I was trying to please my folks by dating an Indian boy but I had to dump him after he invited me over for lunch and proudly served me Bombay mix and ketchup between two slices of manky white bread.
My ex-boyfriend at uni came into my room in the middle of the night and threw chicken nuggets over me while I was sleeping.
He was drunk and apparently thought I might want some. I didn’t.
I had to dump a gorgeous guy because I found a piece of sweetcorn tangled in his bum hair.
I dumped a man for not having a shower the entire weekend I was staying with him, and then taking me to breakfast in Sainsbury’s cafe (!) wearing a t-shirt with egg on it.
I went on holiday with his mum and his sister, and one night at dinner, his mum took his vegetables off his plate because she knew he wouldn’t like them.
I bought a chicken sandwich from Boots.
He asked for a bite, chomped out the chicken part in its entirety, and handed me back just the dry crusts. Unacceptable.
Well, that blows!
I was dating a seriously hunky dairy farmer, who was a far cry from my usual type – preppy public school boys.
I knew it was time to call it when I was giving him a blow job and he mooed as he came.
I offered to pick up my girlfriend from a gig, but she left me waiting in the car for ages while she partied on the bands’ tour bus.
She eventually admitted she’d been hooking up with the drummer.
When he actually started whimpering and gesturing towards his groin when I wouldn’t give him a blow job.
When I found out that the girl I’d just lost my virginity to had given my mate a hand job in a pub under the table – I’d been sitting directly opposite at the time.
A case of the ex
When I was in university, I was in bed with my boyfriend and he muttered his ex’s name in his sleep.
I was just about to shake him awake and berate him when I thought, ‘oh hang on, I don’t even care’, and went back to sleep.
That was the end of that one.
Chill out mate
After an argument, an ex called me 36 times in the amount of time it took me to leave his house and get to work, which was less than 15 minutes.
When he told me that all my friends thought I was a dick but were too scared to tell me, but he still really liked me and ‘I think we should carry on’.
When we went to the cinema on our first date and she spent the entire film staring at me rather than the screen.
I finished with my boyfriend at school when he told me he wanted to ‘grow old’ with me. We were literally 16.
When I was 14, I went on a date with a boy.
Before we could arrange our second date, he went on holiday with his parents. And while he was there, he sent me a picture of a tree he’d spent three hours carving our initials into.
I never saw him again.
He told me he liked Jim Davidson. It was only our second date.
It was also our last.
When I sat down at a murder mystery dinner party and realisation dawned what it meant to be her plus one.
It wasn’t enough to make me stick around.
Especially as it seemed to mean being repeatedly stabbed in the leg with a fork, for not getting ‘method’ acting in a room full of disenfranchised museum workers [who didn’t] break character when I asked where I could find the waste-bin.
When an ex told me he had a ‘power animal’. And that it was a wolf…