Your most trivial 'dealbreaker'... (lighthearted)

[CogitoErgoSometimes]

It's Friday, I read this article... Groom Dumped Over Failed Maths Test ... and wondered what relatively trivial failing in someone meant they didn't get that second or third date.

Mine was that he collected ornamental boxes and lined them up on his coffee table set-square perfect.

Man's perspective, nearly 30 years ago I went out with a girl on a date and she was wearing tights. No thanks.

And of course, the internet dates that have their photos from 30 years and 50 pounds ago. I can understand a little bit of adjustment, but some are just taking the piss. Like this guy who claimed to be 5'8'' - I'm 5'6'' and he would have needed a step ladder for us to be the same height. I wonder if he thought I would not notice that his eyes are about my boob level?

ps - I should say this in response to the posts about spines etc.

I've definitely encountered some of those 'pearly penile papules' - never bothered me, but I'm not sure how I'd have coped with spiny ones Wikipedia tells me they're thought to be vestiges of the 'spines' some other primates have around the glans. Oh, and some women have them too. I have probably reached my New Information saturation point for the day now!

Some more..

One chap I didn't actually know I was supposed to be dating - we had never actually spoken except in a group - left a large bunch of dead flowers at my door. It was a bit odd/scary..

The bloke who was unable to lift a typewriter and had to get me (under 7 stone at the time) to do it for him. It was not a heavy typewriter.

A friend dumped a bloke on the first date who asked her back to his for a drink - and offered her a carton of Um Bongo. He had nothing else in the house. I always thought it would be a dealbreaker for me as well.

A first date once took me to the cinema where he promptly fell asleep (not judging him for that, he was knackered) on my shoulder, I looked down to discover he had enormous dandruff in his greasy hair.

A guy I'd seen a couple of times rang me late at night from outside a pub somewhere in town, where he'd just got into a fight, to swear incoherently about it and shout homophobic abuse about the other guy. I said 'Hello? Hello? I can't hear you' a couple of times, then hung up and never called him again.

DrMorbius joke? Unless it was very hot, or she was a purist vintage re - enactor (stockings) or every woman you've ever met is a fantasy stripper ... that wouldn't be unusual.
You'll be deal breaking yourself out of 95%+ of women with that one.

Spikey penis?? Was he part cat?

No, he was Irish.

I haven't stopped laughing!

And, no, I haven't googled it! [squeamish]

Quite strange squizita, we have had some fairly "shallow" dealbreakers on here (wrong shoes, picky eaters, small hands etc) and yet you pick on mine.

Perhaps I aim higher than top 5%?? or perhaps I was referring to when I was 20 (raging hormones), in 1984 most girls wore stockings. Different world to now (thank god). Met DW in 86 (she wore stockings), married in 88 (obviously she doesn't wear them too often nowadays. So in truth probably not been out with any/many girls/women who did not wear stockings (its a timing thing).

Thank you for taking the time to critique my response :-)

Somebody dumped me for wearing tights It wasn't Morbius, I was married to Twat#1 in 1984!

I am absolutely choking on my lunch at the bloke who couldn't lift a typewriter and had to get 7 stone Vlad to do it!

Another one of mine and I have posted this before - the blind date someone from work set me up on. He's such a lovely guy I was told. I'm sure he was but being a foot shorter than me with Harry Potter glasses and wearing a suit with - wait for it - a bow tie on elastic - did it for me. He was like a little boy at a wedding in a suit! Needless to say colleague at work got a right roasting!

The guy who kept leaning to one side all through dinner with an expression of consternation. Eventually I asked if he was okay. "Yes, I'm just checking to see if I need to fart."

I think I know what you mean DrMorbius (I'm from a similar era). I mentioned tights in one of my posts (yes, they were meant to put him off!)...but then generally men wouldn't have known I was wearing stockings on a first date unless I told them. If they then found I was wearing tights, well they should have waited until we'd got to know each other. Nothing wrong with one night stands for some consenting adults, just not my thing.

Most women wore tights day to day in the 80s too. Maybe not on dates! But day to day. Stockings sales plummeted from the 70s onwards.
One of those things that people do for dates then stop when they stop making the effort perhaps?

Without outing myself sales/history of 20th century clothing/underwear/hosiery is one of my specialist interests! I'm not quite purist/re - enactor but near enough (and I think slightly older than you think).

I was 18 in 1984 and most women my age certainly didn't wear stockings..!!

They're actually much more popular now IMO.

I was 21 - tights as the norm, but IIRC M&S brought in stay-up stockings round about then. I would occasionally splash out on them to go with a special outfit, but they were sooo much more expensive than a 5-pack of run-resist 15 deniers!

Really squizita and AWholeLottaNosy,

Funny as I just did a google - resurgence of stockings in 80's and this website was the first I found -- "http://www.stockingshq.com/blog/2012/02/stockings-in-the-80s-and-90s/"

Which contains the lines “In England the stocking revival began tentatively circa 1984. By 1986, the office where I worked was a fabulous parade of stockings of all kinds, sheer, patterned, fishnets, even seamed stockings (the fake non-fully-fashioned kind)"

I don't wish to be rude, but I do not really care if you have a PhD in hosiery or how old either of you are/were in 1984. In 1984 in North West England (I worked in a large factory) most single women (20-30) wore stockings (including at work).

Yes, come to think of it, naice stockings were hard to find in the shops back then. Now you can order online.

Anyway I think it is interesting to know some of the trivial reasons men dump women too. I'm sure I've been dumped (or never got that first date) because I didn't wear high heels, am 'too' short, am too hairy/didn't always bother to shave or I talked too much or too little or laughed too loud. I don't care! Who wants to be stuck with someone who doesn't really like the look of you or who feels uncomfortable around you?

I've thought of another one.

Brummy accent and a kind of elvish face. (Not unlike a younger Frank Skinner.) Apart from that he was one of the most talented, intelligent and lovely people I've ever met. He took me out and then we went for a moonlit stroll and he pointed out all the constellations to me and named the stars. He held me in his arms while we looked at the sky in wonder and it was so ver romantic. Then he started talking again and the magic was gone!) I hope he's happy.

PeaceOfWildThings - Glad I could provide a male view point. To your above post, I don't think it was a first date, but it was the first time I had encountered tights.
Despite it turning into a pro-stockings thread above (that was not what I meant); I was only 20, I was used to jeans or bare legs.

Told me he wanted to give his firstborn child all the names of the players in his favourite football team, although I could have a say in which one was the first name, whilst on a first date whilst undergrads at uni. Did not get a second date. In retrospect I am curious if he also assumed his firstborn would be a boy or was planning on giving the names to a hypothetical daughter too.

I will try not to take offense about your feelings on the Brummie accent Peace Or roight bab?

Oooo, I have another one;

One of my first ever encounters was with a young man who had offered me a lift home not realizing I lived in the middle of nowhere. He admitted to me months later that he stole someone's petrol from their car in order to get him home rather than pay for petrol.

Years later my DP received a chain letter from him as the next addressee to send the money to. I saw him out in town one night and asked if he was ashamed of what he was doing, he absolutely wasn't.

Sorry Buzzard. It was a Dudley accent. I've lived near there since and got over myself on that one. almost