When I was young and pretty I once kicked a girl out of bed for having ugly elbows.
I don’t think I’d do that these days.
For some reason, I am reminded of my ex who dumped me because I don’t have a vagina. I was like, “Hey, it’s not like I chose to be male. It just happened!” Hardly seems fair, you know?
This post is beautiful.
to arms!
Oh, and Critical1? *Excellent *post/user name combination.
She shounded like Jackee Harry, which is also the problem I have with Jackee Harry.
God, dreads are a dealbreaker for me too. Yuck.
I once wouldn’t go out with a guy because of his accent. He was a very nice Indian man but every time he spoke that thick Indian accent would come out and I would be reminded of my dad. Um, NO.
I once had a blind date with someone a friend thought I’d be good with. We talked on the phone, she seemed really nice, funny - so we met. She was immediately completely into me, as in, 10 minutes after we met, the hands were on my knee, etc…
We talked for about an hour over drinks and appetizers, then I made an excuse to take off. Great girl, smart, funnier than hell, beautiful body all dressed up in a nice LBD, smelled great, the whole package.
Unfortunately the package looked entirely too much like my sister in too many ways for me to forget.
To be fair, I did call her later to explain, she was very understanding, and we had a good laugh. She said she’d have done the same, and probably wouldn’t have called out of embarrassment. We ran in a lot of the same circles, so every now and then we’d play and pretend we were brother and sister when we met people, and once after introducing me that way to some people, she grabbed me and stuck her tongue down my face.
:eek:
If I could only have gotten her to color her hair, wear colored contacts - ANYTHING!!!
First of all, you’re not an idiot. If you’re not attracted, you’re not attracted, no apology needed.
And as for my dumbest reason: bright orange hair. Long, curly, bright orange hair.
I refused to date someone when I found out he lived in the suburbs.
I have been rejected for being “too old” - when I was 24!!! This guy was chatting me up at a party and he reacted with visible horror when I told him my age. That was funny. His loss - I was a pretty hot 24-year-old and probably could have taught him a few things.
I have also been scorned for not shaving my legs religiously. That’s fine with me because if you’re the sort of guy who is grossed out by hairy legs on your girlfriend, then I am not the right girlfriend for you - best to establish this early in the relationship.
Here’s the one that got me: pointy black eyebrows on a very nice redheaded guy. They made him look angry and unpleasant even when he was in a good mood and the result was just not attractive.
I occasionally kick myself about this, but I just couldn’t get over his looks enough to date him. We’re still friends though.
I hate to cut a date short before because a guy liked The Flaming Lips WAY too much. I mean, they are a great band, but there is only so much Flaming Lips conversation I can have. Another guy had to go because he was wearing Chaco’s. Also, you aren’t an idiot because of the dreads. I wouldn’t date a guy with dreads, and he probably wouldn’t want to date me either, so no big deal. You like what you like.
I’m a big guy. Like, fat. Not gross or morbid, fairly strong & healthy enough, but no one will ever mistake me for a thin guy.
Since I’m a big guy, I’ve always had a simple rule for women: I can’t judge a woman for being fat, I just can’t. To go around insisting that every woman I date be thin would be hypocritical and I know it. BUT. . . I won’t be with a woman any bigger than me, that’s where I draw the line. And have drawn the line, a number of times.
Also-- big natural breasts are my main turn-on when it comes to physical turn-ons. Women don’t have to have them, but they earn them more all-expense paid trips to the shoe store & makeup counter. What’s most important to me, however, is that they’re proportional. A smaller woman can have smaller breasts, but I once turned down a great woman who was really into me (we hooked up drunkenly one night, sex was the very next thing on her mind) simply because she was thick in every place but her chest.
I’m sorry, it’s totally shallow, God hates me for it, but there are fewer turn-offs to me than a big girl with no breasts. It’s like, all of the downsides with no upside.
From what I understand, real dreads can get pretty nasty. My niece had to shave her head to cure all the problems caused by her dreads. So I don’t think it’s all that superficial. Anyway, we all have our personal preferences; if you’re honest about them, that’s to your credit.
And here’s a reason I wouldn’t date someone.
That’s hardly fair - based on your username, it’s not like you have to work out. 
Uh, I find white-hair dreads The Yuck.
Reasons I’ve refused to go out with someone (or to go out again) include, among others: not liking their church, having the notion that a church invitation is a date, treating his kid in a way that I found completely unacceptable, gorilla hands (sorry!), bad breath, being a psychopath and asking me out while drunk.
I’ve rejected people based on their hairstyle. Partly on the way it looked, but also because I couldn’t believe that they couldn’t see how unflattering it looked on them (ie. long hair on a guy to hide an obvious bald spot like a ponytail version of a combover) . It made me question their judgment because if they are oblivious to their appearance then they are probably not so sharp about other things.
I’m not usually that picky about physical traits that can’t be changed, but hairstyle is a choice to a certain degree. They are displaying their pathology on their head.
I won’t hold a person’s baldness against her/him because that is usually something s/he can’t control, but a combover is a decision.