66 Women Reveal the Unexpected Red Flags That Made Them Rethink Dating Instantly
Baby talk. He was HOT. He had a good job and we got along great and had fun together. But then he told me I looked “weally pwetty” and I dried up like the Sahara.
I went over and he was playing the Sims. His Sim hadn’t showered, was peeing himself, surrounded by flies and late for work.
He. Was. In. Law. School. And. Couldn’t. Manage. A. Sim.
He said his palms were sweaty and I said “mom’s spaghetti” and he gave me a blank look and said “what does that mean?”
Took him to the beach & he looked at the water & asked “how far does it go?” I said; “To England! It’s the ocean.”
Describing in excruciating detail his favorite frozen dinners, and rating them. I pictured a life with him and saw myself getting up mid boring conversation and stepping into traffic and decided to nope out.
Dude started texting me and like narrating.
Along the lines of:
*approaches nervously*
How’s your day going beautiful?
*nervous smile*
It was so gross and creepy that I blocked him immediately. Didn’t even make it to a date.
He thought the moon was random like the weather. Like one day could be full then the very next day just a sliver did not believe that I had a calendar with the moon phases for each day and that they were cyclical!! He thought you predicted the moon phases like the weather. Like 50% chance of a full moon tmrw? It’s still cracks me up. We were young like 18-19 but still!
He arrived late to our beach date, said he was really tired from his walk over, then proceeded to TAKE A NAP!!
Claiming he spoke fluent French, “like a Parisian”. He was British, I’m from the US. I was working on a PhD in French at the time and had lived in France for several years. He corrected my pronunciation of the artist’s name when we were at the Musee d’Orsay looking at Renoir paintings. (it’s ren-wha, love, you don’t pronounce the final “r”. And he then argued with a French woman who was with us who told him he was wrong. Instant ick.
He invited me over for dinner. But I noticed he leaves the cabinet doors open to see what’s inside…and I just can’t live my life this way. I closed the door on this relationship.
Not liking/unwilling to dance
Tells me: I take myself too seriously and don’t know how to put my pride/ego aside and make the best of an uncomfortable situation.
This goes way back to when I was a teenager, so be kind to me. I really liked this guy and he was 20 to my almost 18. He worked at his Dad’s auto repair shop.
Anyways, I was closing a restaurant by myself and I asked him to come keep me company. He did it a couple of times, but finally told me that I was “boring” (aka wouldn’t sleep with him) and was too busy. My Dad told me that if the guy really liked me, he’d want to spend every minute with me. My Dad saved me a lot of heartache.
Mine should have been: when his friends told him the green stuff on his sushi plate was super good and to eat the whole thing. He did. And didn’t flinch.
But no, I married him. We have children. “It’s spicy” does not work with these babes.
We saw When Harry Met Sally on a date and afterward, said he hated it. That was all I needed to know. Byyyeee!
He asked what kind of men I’m into. I said, “an intelligent and funny man who stands up to his for women. Do you tick any of those boxes? ”
He said, “No. I’m not gay.”
Outdoor concert and dancing awkwardly alone – nobody else dancing.
Movie is deep. He’s not grasping it.
Thru dinner ran through the gamut of home improvements – including details of how he did each one.
After dinner, boxed up MY leftovers for himself bc he paid the bill.
Out grocery shopping for his dinner party — he’s not paying $3 for tomatoes (he’s a lawyer)
Went to a dance party. He wouldn’t dance even though he said he danced. Ripped me up bc I danced with someone else.
And on and on.
I went on a date and his car needed a jump start afterwards. I grabbed the cables and was about to use my vehicle to jump his when he stopped me and said he didn’t know how to do it but didn’t trust I did either so he wanted to read his owners manual first… he ended up giving 30 mins in, I jumped his car, and never spoke to him again. I pride myself in my independence (and I’m a car girl) so all of it just felt insulting.
I know this is gonna be a hot take. But men who golf give me the ick. The sub culture is misogynistic and I would never want to be with someone who is selfish with their time. The second I see a titleist hat or a polo shirt I am immediately disgusted.
Picked me up, leaned over and licked my face to “get rid of any awkwardness “. I had him turn around and drop me off.
First date. He told me he thought my rescue dog who was tortured by her first owners was ugly and then proceeded to tell me he hated cheese.
After five months he told me that when he was younger he tried to withdraw other people’s money from a bank. Me: “oh really? How did you do that?” Him: “With a weapon”.
A guy texted he couldn’t hang out bc he was running “arins,” he meant “errands.” Still blows my mind bc it means he not only didn’t know how to spell it, he’d been pronouncing it that way his whole life.
He kept interrupting me when I was reading. And not even to bring me snacks, “just wanting to check you’re still here!”
I told him what I did for work and he told me to hook him up with a job too. ICK! Why are you actively on a dating app when you should be on Indeed!
Going 73 mph in a 75 zone, and hanging out in the passing lane. Then yelling at everyone that has to pass you on the right.
A guy I’d met online, then for coffee, seemed nice enough… but then said he’d love to cook for me at his place, making spaghetti with “a nice chianti”. No, a second date is not going to be at *your* home… and NEVER after you’ve quoted Hannibal Lecter.
In the same night he 1. Slorped all over his knife in a nice restaurant and 2. Left me in the pouring down rain as he ran past me to his side of the vehicle, got in, and then unlocked my side. My side was closer to the restaurant.
I was done.
He wore a flamey, short sleeved button down, like the Y2K type from Spencer’s and he played fantasy football during both movies at the drive in. He didn’t ask me a single question. When I asked him a few questions about himself, he said he felt like he was being interrogated.
Flew somewhere on vacation. He bought the airline tickets. His ticket was first class, mine was economy. Really? When I was surprised he justified it by saying he paid for them so he should get the better seat. Biggest mistake is I married him anyway. Divorced now.
A male friend who I had known since we were 12 and 14 and lived across the street from each other set me up on a blind date with “the perfect guy for you.” The guy’s hobby was cycling. ALL he talked about was cycling. No cycling or second date for me!
Went out with a guy who told me he didn’t like music.
Not any particular genre, all music.
He elaborated that he drove places and worked out in total silence.
Tell me that’s not psychopath behavior.
He asked me if I liked hiking or running marathons. I said I was an indoor cat, and the extent of my outdoorsiness is pointing at a rock and saying “I like that boulder. That is a nice boulder.”
He … began sending me pictures of rocks.
I asked why he was sending me random rocks, and he looked at me like I was stupid. “You like boulders.”
He was incensed when I said I was just quoting Shrek. He snapped he’d NEVER seen Shrek, it’s NOT a popular film, and I’d LIED to him about liking boulders.
Fell asleep during a movie and then said he didn’t like it. Dude, you didn’t even see it.
He had fuzzy dice on his rear view mirror and said it was a gag gift… I was gagged.
I work in soccer and before this rugby. He said it’s impossible for a woman to know this much about sports.
Used too many napkins, sounds weird but like, why are you so messy you need 20 napkins.
He mimed playing the guitar at a party — where most of the guests were professional musicians. Instant “Never again.”
Him, looking at my 8 bookshelves: Have you read ALL of those books? Me: yes. Him: Why keep them then? I thought my head would explode.
He plugged his nose when he jumped in the pool. Mind you, we are in our late 40’s and live in Florida.
I went to a guy’s apartment and looked at his bookshelves. Plenty of books! NONE OF THEM were written by a woman except Harry Potter.















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