My only objection is to the fifth one. What shoes would you recommend, just out of curiosity?
Absolute lamest?
I didn’t date this guy that I met in college because he was huge - I’m not kidding… like he stood 6’ 4", and dwarfed me in waist size too, and I walk around at a portly 44 (well, sometimes 42)…
I threw over a perfectly sweet young thang because she was a vegetarian.
Whadya know, I then get involved with another veggie who turns out to be The Psycho Bipolar Stepford Personality Parasite from Hell.
He had bad breath. Once. But it was really bad breath. Breath I couldn’t imagine kissing. So I decided it would be a bad idea for us to date. And I held out for a good few months, too! 'Course we’re getting married the Saturday after next…but he brushes his teeth much more often now!
You and Freddy Mercury. 
Some several years ago, I was trying to get this one GF to dump me, but she wouldn’t do it. She was too nice, which was why I wanted out in the first place. She could find it within her to forgive me of almost everything. The stress of living with that was simply too much. So, after being what many here would describe as a manipulative ass in an effort to force her to leave me, but having that fail miserably, I finally just did the mature thing and told her I didnn’t want to be involved with her anymore.
Guess what? She was nice about it.
She had a hairy patch at the base of her spine.
She had a hairy patch at the base of her spine.
- Creepy laugh, not just once mind you - all the time!
- Really odd phone voice, like he was trying to talk baby talk or something.
This is in high school, so please don’t judge the participants too harshly, but I broke up with a guy because he kept his childhood stuffed animal in his room. That’s not weird, I thought the concept was kind of cute, but the stuffed animal itself was a big, scary gorilla with matted fur and an enormous red mouth with teeth. It was just too freaky, I swear, it was looking at me.
Crazy printed old man socks. He was 22. Reminded me of my grandpa.
Besides their being materialistic, golddigging, husband-hunting type A personality types with sticks up their pilated asses and matching pink and green outfits? The fact that annoying sorority call >> Skeeeee-wheeeee! << makes my inner eardrums bleed?
Okay, I libelously exaggerate. But not by much.
That said, older AKAs are shockingly cool. I’d probably like your Moms. It’s the ones still around breeding age I avoid.
I don’t really think it’s lame, but some people I know do.
OK, here I am, doing my PhD in Quantum Chemistry, and this guy is trying to convince me to go on a date. So he starts talking science. And he explains to me that the Earth is flat, and the fact that you see it round from a plane’s windows is just because the government is playing these movies on the windows, see, it’s just special effects.
I just still don’t think it’s the best way to work up a Quantum Chem student, you know…
Hmmm. Yeah. Point taken.
You can’t NOT like my Moms. She is, in fact, shockingly cool. And she doesn’t do the call. But she does wear a lot of pink and green, and is unduly pleased that the previous owners of my new house had a thing for ivy in the back yard . . .
Quicksilver
Yep, a deal breaker for me too. Kids up to maybe 25 okay, but grownups, naww.
Plenty of other choices of shoes to go with jeans.
Okay, I’m another one who doesn’t get this. What on earth are you supposed to wear with jeans? :dubious:
In high school I broke up with a guy because he had a huge booger in his nose. It was there all day, how could he not notice it? It was very stupid, he turned out to be a really nice guy. Actually about 4 years ago he contacted me via e-mail and wanted to know why I dumped him. Can you imagine how petty I felt?
Topsiders? Chukkas? Keds? …?
Beats me, I’m a little confused, too. Unless they’re ratty, atheletic shoes are often a fashion statement of their own. I figure if I can wear either Naconas or Chuck Taylors with mine, well, why can’t she?
I have no idea what Topsiders, Chukkas, Naconas or Chuck Taylors are. And aren’t Keds a brand of sneakers?
To my way of thinking, jeans = casual, and sneakers = casual. Really, what’s the problem with that?
I can’t remember any really shallow reason I didn’t go out with someone (even though I am sure there’s been something), but I do remember my husband telling me about a girl he stopped going out with after the third date because he found out she owned 4 cats.
Well, the OP did say lame.