What's the biggest turn-off you've ever had from a potential BF?

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So I was sitting with a gentleman friend watching some violent git on tv murder his ex, beat up his GF... and then the inexplicably forgiving GF crawls into bed and waits for him in a sexiful and alluring manner.

Clearly my response was 'WTF is wrong with her, this is sexist nonsense'...
to which gentleman friend replied to the effect of 'domestic violence is ok if it only happened once, they made up' etc.

No, it is not ok. Keeping well bloody clear of him now!

Any other big turn-off experiences?

Balloon - excellent!

Great poem Balloon!

He was cooking me dinner (first date) and we were having a bit of a kiss. He then tried to grab my boob, which I wasn't up for. I removed his hand politely. He then got all arsey and said 'if you don't let me touch your boobs, I'm going to let the peas boil over'. WHAAAAT? End of.

"'if you don't let me touch your boobs, I'm going to let the peas boil over'."

That's brutal. Pea juice is a bastard to get off a ceramic hob and this boob guy knows it.

So that's why they're called hob nobs

Newish boyfriend. Went to his house for first time, he was hanging up his washing, said he did one load a week. There was only 1 pair of pants. The end.

Love this thread. I must have some, maybe I blanked them out?

Brilliant thread!

I'm so resurrecting this thread!

Whilst living in Spain, a mate hitchhiked from the UK to see me then proposed. Bolt from the blue. I didn't say yes. Back in the UK, he came to stay at my parents' house and I was feeling quite amenable until he started talking about living in a little flat on the coast up north and living on benefits. We were both mid degree, I had every intention of working for a living!

Another one: American guy, I spent a fair bit of time with him, just as friends. He went home and decided he wanted to marry me despite telling me how much he fancied someone else. The clincher was the electronic symphony he had composed, played down the phone from California. I declined his offer of marriage.

First ever date as a teenager, the guy sort of squirmed his tongue into my mouth and all I could imagine was how slug like it was. Foolishly, I agreed to a further date and sat a seat away from him in the cinema in case he tried to grope me! He must have thought I was mad! I didn't see him again.

When I was about 19 I bumped into a guy I vaguely knew because he'd been in the same year as me at school. He asked me out and then turned up on the night with his mate and his gf, was a bit surprised as a double date hadn't been discussed but thought no big deal. So off we went in the gf's car, I thought maybe we'd go to the pub or something but no, we duly arrived at his parents house We trooped into the living room and I was introduced (through a fog of fag smoke and beer fumes from the pile of cans they were drinking) to his mum, dad and sister. After a little while of awkward TV watching (it was like the Royle Family except nobody spoke) he suggested we (me, him and the mate and his gf) went to his room to listen to music, by now I'm wondering how the fuck I can get out of there asap but couldn't see how so went along with it. When we got up there he mentions to his mate he's got a tattoo gun and they start giving each other dodgy tatts! In the end I feigned a headache and asked the gf to give me a lift home, there was no second date funnily enough.

I was once seeing a guy (we'll call him 'Bob') who had 4 close friends. 3 of them thought they were were real 'lads' (constantly bragging about who the had slept with/making sexist comments/talking about how drunk they'd been etc) and the other was a lovely, much quieter man that actually talked to women as equals. 'Bob' and fiends were always calling the nice bloke gay/queer etc. It was the 90s and this sort of thing was more common than now but I did not like it and when we were out one night I spoke to him about it. I did not actually think nice bloke was gay but in this discussion I asked how he would feel if it was true and they had been insulting him about it. The answer was 'I would never speak to him again, none of us would.' I often think I was seeing the wrong friend.

There was another I had been seeing for a while who I became increasingly aware had an a rather odd relationship with his mother. We were both mid 20s and he'd just bought a house- he told me that he'd wanted to buy for a few years but had been waiting for one to go up for sale in his parents' street. He seemed very proud of this which I though was odd but overlooked it- thinking it was actually quite nice that he had a good relationship with them and maybe wanted to be around to help as they got older. One evening, about a month in to the relationship, I was having dinner at his when his mum let herself in carrying a basket of washing and went upstairs to put it away for him. I assumed she'd been helping him out as he'd been working away that week etc and had just chosen a bad time to call. But he told me this was one of the reasons he wanted to live close by- she did all his washing on a Thursday then brought it back ironed on Friday night. The worst was one Friday night when she appeared with his washing but also announce that she had got him some magazines from a friend whose son had left them behind when he left home and she would put them in his bedroom. He was quite in to computer games and often read gamers mags so I rather naively assumed that's what they were. But no. Porn. And used porn at that. Delivered by mummy.

These are brilliant! I hope you have all recovered!

Earliest one:
Dating a guy who was 18 & I 16. Was in his living room in the dark sat on the sofa when he stood up, faced me, dropped his pants and placed both hands either side of my head saying 'put it in your mouth'. It STANK. I said no. His dad then walked in and suggested he take me home! Thank you!!

Met a bloke on faceparty. Remember that?! He was stunning, really looked like Brad Pitt & although we didn't actually meet, shared many phone calls and emails. I fancied him rotten! One day I said I was suffering from conjunctivitis. His response was 'EUGH! What's that?!' And I was so turned off by his response & lack of knowledge we never spoke again!

At uni I met a guy in the coat queue. Said he was 24 & in the army (he looked much older!) but when I met him, he looked nothing like I remembered sadly! He wore deck shoes with neon towel socks. Benefit of doubt given. He offered to drive me home & I said no, I'll walk, but he insisted I think to show off his BMW. Invited himself in for coffee & came into my student room. We kissed and my growling bear fell on the floor. He said 'ooh, is he telling me I'm a naughty soldier'?! OUT!! Didn't see him again despite numerous texts and calls which were ignored!

Dating a guy for 6 weeks who proposed while I was giving him a BJ.

Exp, stated at the beginning that he'd been cheated on by his first gf, so will never trust me. Managed about 8 years until his serial cheating caught up with him! Wanker.

Thanks!

Mine was on a first date. All had gone fairly well until we went for a walk along the seafront and he randomly, inexplicably, lifted up my skirt to look at my bum. No warning or anything! Then he said 'you could have worn some nice pants.'

Like I had any intention of him seeing them. Fucking weirdo.

Just realised most of this thread has been dormant for a while...

I have tears rolling down my face reading these!

Loved the Gruffalo and the Novelty Sponges

I'd been on three of four dates with a bloke and he came in for a snog, he was alright so I went with it. He clamped his lips around mine, then mid snog a huge wave of his saliva whooshed from his mouth into mine. Which promptly made me gip. And then I had to wipe his saliva from all round my mouth. It was disgusting.

I went on a date with a guy I had fancied for about a year, sat at the bar and a song came on, he said 'This song reminds me of my ex'.

That was it, a year of lust just vanished.

Finding out they have girlfriend/married

Oh and another one where I found his Sunday bottle of methadone on the desk in his room. I wasn't snooping it was just there in plain sight and I worked at a chemist so recognised it.
When I asked him about it he was surprised I'd not noticed the track marks on his arms.

These are hilarious. I have many, but remember going on quite a good first date with someone from OLD. Had a bit of a kiss at the end and said goodbye and caught the tube home (in London).

Before I'd reached the station I had a text message saying what a great time he'd had and would love to do it again. Fine.

By the time I got out at the other end I had a voice mail, three more text messages and an instant message. By the following morning I had six more.

I then explained that maybe we shouldn't meet up again and I got another stream of messages, "I'm really sorry to hear that. I respect your decision, but could you tell me why you don't want to see me again? I mean, I appreciate the feedback. What was it exactly that made you decide you didn't want to see me again and when did you decide? Was it during the date or after? Was it something specific I did?" Etc, etc....

Resisted the urge to write back, "THIS! RIGHT THIS WHAT YOU'RE DOING NOW!" and just ignored him instead.

The guy who blatantly lied about his height and age and didn't think I'd figure it out, even when he walked up to me on our first date at least a foot smaller and 10 years older than he'd said. He then proceeded to talk about every date he'd been on, rated them(!) And at the end of the night said he didn't kiss on a first date but leant in to try and kiss me. Shame he was smaller than me as I had heels on and he would have needed a yellow pages to reach my face!

Can't think of any but laughing my arse off at these.

Got to add to this. I can't even claim this was one bad date- this was a man I went out with for a good while.

Anyway, he used and enjoyed porn and was pretty open about it, we had watched it/looked at it it together. I'm pretty broad minded, it didn't bother me. However his uncle died, prematurely at the age of about 50. He was a well known local wineo and in later years a bit of a recluse. In his legal will (yes this was written down) he had left three binbags to my boyfriend. Boyfriend didn't know what they were and lived at the other end of the country to his family, so his Mum had them couriered down to him I hope to God without looking and seeing what was in them.

I was there when they arrived, with an envelope, "To Fells-Fella, I know you were always sneakily looking at my collection as a teenager so I'm leaving these to you, love Uncle Weirdo". My boyfriend immediately starts welling up "I can't believe he remembered after all these years" etc. It was three bin bags of porn. Every kind of porn, magazines, VHSs, DVDs. And worse than that some of it was very well used. The pages were stuck together. It smelt musty.

I made him throw them away (apart from a few of the cleaner dirty mags to remember his uncle by) because the smell alone was enough to make any normal person boak.

We split up that year, unrelated to the family heirloom porn, but looking back what a lucky escape.