Years ago I started seeing someone. On about the third or fourth time of having sex he referred to his rooster as Mr Stiffy. That did it for me. Didn’t see him again. 
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There's a spat out smoothie on my table, and I think some got up my nose. I've never hear of that. Oh, you poor girl!
Get out before the insemination occurredI LOVE an ick story, if you don’t already follow her Lalalaletmeexplain on insta does insta ick stories regularly. They’re the best.
So here are a few of mine:
- He sang to me in a busy restaurant
- Lockdown Tache
- Jumped up and down when the pizza guy knocked on the door
- Used to talk to me in a baby voice when asking for a cuddle
- Used my Bobby pins to clear wax out of his ears
- Said ‘by the by’ twice in one conversation
Long nails
Men who call boobs 'it'.
Someone who has no drive or ambition.
Men who start talking dirty to you within 5 minutes of a conversation.
Men who just talk about themselves or brag.
Someone who belittles you because of what you like to watch on TV (my ex) - Off you f**k!
Scroungers.
Dirty nails - I understand if they have a manly dirty job but sometimes you can just tell they have bad hygiene.
Bad breath.
Men who kiss like a washing machine. Take your slobber elsewhere.
God, I'll be single forever if my list gets any bigger.
Men who call boobs 'it'.
Someone who has no drive or ambition.
Men who start talking dirty to you within 5 minutes of a conversation.
Men who just talk about themselves or brag.
Someone who belittles you because of what you like to watch on TV (my ex) - Off you f**k!
Scroungers.
Dirty nails - I understand if they have a manly dirty job but sometimes you can just tell they have bad hygiene.
Bad breath.
Men who kiss like a washing machine. Take your slobber elsewhere.
God, I'll be single forever if my list gets any bigger.
This thread is turning out to be really educational for me. I didn't realise those horrible flip floppy things had a name!
I've once gradually developed an ick, rather than immediately:
I met this guy online. We went back to his after a dinner date. I thought we were going to have sex because well, why not? I sat on his bed, waiting for him to come in. He was doing god knows what in the kitchen. Finally he gets to his room, and instead of coming towards me, he went and sat in a chair at the other end of the room. I was embarrassed and tried to play it off like its ok. He sat in that stupid chair the whole time as he tried to make conversation like we're still at dinner, or his grandma's bedroom. He completely missed the cues. Eventually, I just couldn't pretend and made my excuses to leave.
I surprisingly wasn't icked after all of that, so I agreed to another invitation to his place a few days later. We watched a boring movie that he had seen "millions of times" and kept telling me what was about to happen next (still no ick).
When the darn movie finally ended he got up and went to the bathroom. Note he still hasn't touched or kissed me at this point and stopped my several attempts to get frisky. He would stop me and say "watch this part" with his eyes fixed on the tv. I think at this point I just wanted him solely because he rejected me, but the ick must have been setting in because I had already decided I didn't want to see him again.
I could hear him in the bathroom brushing his teeth. Then I smelt a strong cologne seeping from the bathroom doors. I hate sex by numbers, I was fully icked at this point that he was preparing for it rather than just being spontaneous. Next thing, he gets out of the bathroom holding a bag of fake rose petals. He trailed them from my feet to his bedroom, while I sat hopelessly watching him
It was a one bedroom, so I could see him doing all of this, and lighting candles, and incense (everything he thought sets a romantic scene).
I would have slept with him the first night, and even after shushing me during his movie, but sex by numbers is where I drew the line. I was so repulsed I told him I had to go. He looked shocked, after all his hard work. Poor guy. But sorry, I got the ick.
I met this guy online. We went back to his after a dinner date. I thought we were going to have sex because well, why not? I sat on his bed, waiting for him to come in. He was doing god knows what in the kitchen. Finally he gets to his room, and instead of coming towards me, he went and sat in a chair at the other end of the room. I was embarrassed and tried to play it off like its ok. He sat in that stupid chair the whole time as he tried to make conversation like we're still at dinner, or his grandma's bedroom. He completely missed the cues. Eventually, I just couldn't pretend and made my excuses to leave.
I surprisingly wasn't icked after all of that, so I agreed to another invitation to his place a few days later. We watched a boring movie that he had seen "millions of times" and kept telling me what was about to happen next (still no ick).
When the darn movie finally ended he got up and went to the bathroom. Note he still hasn't touched or kissed me at this point and stopped my several attempts to get frisky. He would stop me and say "watch this part" with his eyes fixed on the tv. I think at this point I just wanted him solely because he rejected me, but the ick must have been setting in because I had already decided I didn't want to see him again.
I could hear him in the bathroom brushing his teeth. Then I smelt a strong cologne seeping from the bathroom doors. I hate sex by numbers, I was fully icked at this point that he was preparing for it rather than just being spontaneous. Next thing, he gets out of the bathroom holding a bag of fake rose petals. He trailed them from my feet to his bedroom, while I sat hopelessly watching him
It was a one bedroom, so I could see him doing all of this, and lighting candles, and incense (everything he thought sets a romantic scene).I would have slept with him the first night, and even after shushing me during his movie, but sex by numbers is where I drew the line. I was so repulsed I told him I had to go. He looked shocked, after all his hard work. Poor guy. But sorry, I got the ick.
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Yes! Terrible kissers! I always think how can they think this is good?! I love kissing so this is always such a let down, i always give a few chances as i know first kisses can be nerve racking but, why do some (many) men go in so strong straight away???
Another ick. Too much body hair (sorry)
I once had dealings with a micro pen. I mean, it was literally not just small.. an actual micro pen. He didn’t pre warn me or anything. It was like the 5th date and time to you know... we strip off and I see that... I literally was so shocked I asked him to close the door of my bedroom and when he went to close it, I said, from the other side please.
This was years ago and I admit - not my finest moment - but I blame the shock!
This was years ago and I admit - not my finest moment - but I blame the shock!
“From the other side please”. Amazing!
aahahhahahahah, oh my
Mate, he gathered his clothes together, got dressed in the hall and left.“From the other side please”. Amazing!
Legs like James argent.
Just the legs??
Just the legs??
no, him entirely and his mentally abusive personality are all vile but specifically his tree trunk legs are something I’ve never seen before especially on a fella! If keanu himself came to pick me up for a date and had those hanging out of his shorts I’d dry heave and close the door.
Wearing flip flops as shoes outdoors. Fine for around the house or on the beach but when worn as actual footwear it makes me heave
I've thought of another one. I had an ex that talked about tit a lot, e.g "I feel a stone lighter after that". And as someone else on the thread mentioned "don't go in there for a while" after using the bathroom. I know we're all human but it's very hard to think of someone romantically after that and that's what happened with that ex
I lived with guys in my last year at Uni and they were always talking about tit. They would discuss how good the experience had been in the way women might talk about having a bath. I'd regularly hear 'I feel like I've just given birth', 'I love it when it just slips out' and the pinnacle would be when they managed to 'tit on work's time' by going to the loo at work. It was grim. Some of my friends fancied them and they made me heave.
Guys that say ‘she’d get it’ or ‘id bag her’ randomly about women on tv or magazines etc.
I’m not jealous bro, I just don’t know what you want me to do with that bit of pointless information. It reeks of lads, lads, lads & it makes my toes curl.
I’m not jealous bro, I just don’t know what you want me to do with that bit of pointless information. It reeks of lads, lads, lads & it makes my toes curl.
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