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

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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.

Threw a pint glass and smashed it into a wall at a part because a guy from Swansea had told her she was English (she was from Cardiff).
Maybe not that trivial.

A few bad dates/encounters:
1- one of his nails was very long- (to pick the nose?)
2- he was lovely-lively-handsome-charming, he built beautiful sentences with interesting ideas and he dressed nicely (very French). BUT he said -in his beautiful words- that I had the right stuff to make a perfect wife of a politician. His is how I understood it: I got what it takes to be the perfect betrayed petite spouse that stands by her spouse no matter how sexually depraved he might be.
3- Earnestly, in heavy orderly sentences (he was German) he spoke about his ambitions to have a big house, a big car and a huge bank account. (I decided that am too petite to be in his big dreams).
I was the bad dates to many boys. Why? I noticed that all the boys that were quite short rejected me ; I am quite petite and 'was' quite slim and they probably looked for someone taller/bigger to make up for their stature, e.g. Sarkozy and Carla and Cecilia before. The tall ones were attracted by my size but it seems to me that the tallest of them tended to take themselves too seriously and did not like my sense of humor- I must admit it is not always witty.(BTW do you know any successful tall stand up comedians ?) Good Fun this thread

1. He couldn't swim very well and wanted to reach the platform not very far out in the sea but could only make it if he held on to a lilo while I pulled him out.

1. He was so good-looking and an amazing kisser but he was also very thick. I did try to look past it but the dullness was too intense.

1. He was lovely, kind, generous a total darling but hammered away like a jack russell while having sex.

1. Washing machine kisser (ick)

CruCru You reminded me of another one: The guy with a Tweety Bird tattoo on his bicep. He was otherwise rather sexy, but TWEETY BIRD?! Put me right off. In my defence, you would have to wonder about his long-term decision-making ability.

Ooh MaMa - I had a blind date with someone who had one very long fingernail. It was his little one - apparently it was for playing the guitar, but my lady garden flinched at the thought of it catching some 'delicate flesh'.

He compounded the problem by asking if I'd every done any 'rebirthing therapy', five minutes after we met.

He was a lawyer-turned-psychotherapist, and I think was taking his new role very seriously. He also had one of those god-awful Nepalese waistcoats beloved of those in the 'woo' professions.

He had a massive blackhead in his ear and after I saw it I was so grossed out I just couldn't look at him in the same light.

That one could be happily married to one of the MN sporners now, MrsMarigold!

I had a blind date with someone who had one very long fingernail. It was his little one - apparently it was for playing the guitar

I always thought it was for snorting coke

Tango the 'interpretation' would have put me off too!
Might have been sneakily tempted to put on a really obscure CD to see what he made of it..

Poor guy was a bit shorter than me but I didn't realise it was a problem until he took my hand as we were walking along and I felt like a mum holding hands with her child ... wasn't sure how to get out of it so suggested we pop in to see a mutual friend nearby. After ten minutes visiting her, said I had to leave and fortunately he'd got the hint and didn't get up to go with me. Felt completely shallow and evil as he was really nice, had great ideas for dates etc.

He asked me to marry him!...

And with a cheap nasty ring bought from a Tenerife market! I'm no diva, but it was hideously cheap & nasty, which I actually found insulting!

We were 18, had just started dating when he went on holiday with his folks. On his return he told me rather emotionally that his parents had decided they were going to move to Tenerife to run a bar. He blubbed that he couldn't leave me, presented a ring and asked me to marry him announcing he wouldn't go if I said "yes"...

I politely said "no" wishing him all the best for a new life abroad. He was genuinely shocked by my answer and sobbed & begged me to say yes... OMG, this snotting snivelling mess was not an attractive sight to behold and I instantly went off him.

Packed him off onto the bus still crying... dodged a bullet there!

He had a dj platform in his rather tiny flat.

10 minutes into a blind date he pulled out a picture of his dog wearing a bowler hat. Not a 'hey I randomly threw a hat on and snapped a pic, how funny' it was actually a staged professional picture which he carried around in his wallet.

It was all white noise after that.

The DJ platform and the Business Dog actually had me gasping with incredulity

How we suffer!

I've had a shit day and I really needed this thread thanks everybody!
My trivial dealbreaker is mouth noises. ExH was badly afflicted and I should have realised that no amount of love could overcome my hatred of sucking teeth noises and lip smacking (controlling personality didn't help either!!)

The long fingernail stuff. Met a man at a party, the right forefinger nail was revoltinglyreally long. He was a poultry farmer and used it to sex the new born chicks.

I refused a date with him. No way was he going to sex me

He had a'good pair' of tracksuit bottoms.

I met a guy off the Internet and we chatted about stuff, when I asked about kids he said he ex-wife wouldn't let him see theirs as he was being investigated for DV. I waited for him to go to the toilet and I ran for the hills...

my mate was snogging a lad so I ended up snogging his mate.. like you did when you were teens. - it was gross.. tounge was rigid and sticking straight out into my mouth and going round and round.. Fucking hell how I didn't puke in his mouth I dont know! gave him a wrong number and pegged it sharpish!

Have name changed for this as it may out me ??

Met a guy when I as 16. He told me his favourite music was Pop. Particularly the Backstreet Boys, Steps, Britney Spears. I thought he was actually Gay, I really did. It put me right off, that was it, It was deal breaking. We had to get the same bus home but didn't live particularly close to each other. The bus took forever to come and it was really cold so he put his arms around me to keep me warm, I was wishing the bus would hurry up by now so I could just go home. We carried on talking and I kissed him.. Don't know why I did but I did. anyway, it was the most amazing kiss ever knee buckling and I forgot about his shit taste in music right there! We're still together, married and in our 30s now. I'm glad the bus took ages as I'd have happily never seen him again! I still rib him about it now

Awwww, that's a nice story :)

Ah, MrsBitch what a lovely ending :)

Mrsbitch

Fab post

Lovely post mrsbitch, so amongst our dross there really was a nugget of gold

best trackie bottoms, tho? Nah, just doesn't compute

I didn't like the way he ate popcorn.