Slovenliness and extreme/unhealthy obesity are my definite turn-offs. Thing is… I’m not exactly sure those are petty. They probably are.
I had to Post this, I find facial hair very attractive - in fact every guy I ever dated had a least a mustache, most have had a full beard.
One time in college there was an untra cute guy - I mean jaw dropping. One day he came into class and he had shaved off his mustache - the magic was gone, totally gone.
My husband has a full beard (shaved to a goatee for summer), our joke is that when he shaves it off completely I’ll know when he wants a divorce.
Hmm. Good question. I’ve been away from the dating scene for a while, so it is a tad hard to remember those little things which drove me to lie about “having to get up early the next morning”.
- Really bad grammer, as in “I’m doing good.” Bah!
- An ex boyfrind of mine would do everything in his power to avoid eating vegetables. He was such a child in that regard (amongst others).
- Weird sex sounds. Don’t get me wrong, I love sex sounds, but unusual weird sounds or weird phrases in bed really kill it for me. For example, I dated this guy who would roar LIKE A LION when he came! The first time, I was alarmed as I thought he was hurt! I referred to him to my friends as “The Wild Beast of the Jungle”. Geez. I’d forgotten all about that until now.
- Tear-away pants. And that hair-do when it is all gelled forward and makes a little shelf in front. And highlights. I HATE highlights!
- Another guy I dated had a very strange method of kissing. I guess he was putting too much air into it, but whatever the reason, whenever he would kiss my neck I’d hear this “puh puh puh” sound. Oh yeah, and he blew in my ear!!! Holy Shit! That’s outrageous!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA! I don’t want to think about this anymore! It’s killing me to reacall all this shit! I’m so grateful for my boyfriend. Geez. My love for him went up three notches!
Here’s the classic threadon the subject.
I must say, I am sorely disappointed in some of you people. For shame. Shallow, shallow, shallow.
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For me, it’s dirty hair. I love long hair on a guy. Gives me something to wrap my fingers in and pull. But it has to be clean. Dirty hair just grosses me out. On anybody. It doesn’t even need to be skanky, matted dirty to do it. Just have that dull look that it gets after a couple of days of not being washed.
Blech.
People who take themselves too seriously. You know the kind. Like every word out of their mouth is a pearl of wit and wisdom that we should all be in awe of. :rolleyes:
Arrogance and dirty hair. Be gone!
I’ve been meaning to start a thread like this…
#1 (and this is weirdly a big one for me) Gum chewing. You could have your Phd in Rocket Science, but if your chewing gum, I pretty much assume you’re an idiot.
#2 Snaggleteeth.
#3 Smokers
#4 Dumb women. If they can’t even match my non-genious self, I can’t be bothered.
#5 Unpunctual people. Which is totally hypocritical of me. Still, if they’re later than me, it drives me nuts.
#6 Bad laughs. I joke a lot. If I have to listen to a donkey howl every time I do, game over.
#7 Bad kissers
And while it may sound petty, I think having a mutual appreciation for something like the Simpsons is a big one. Having of similar, or at least a compatable sense of humor is invaluable.
For more petty reasons not to be with someone, go here:MAN HANDS!
I went out with one guy. Reasonably attractive, friendly, normal enough. Then I heard him laugh. It was like a fourteen year old girl - a high-pitched giggle. And that was all she wrote.
I was in a bar here (go figure) on a Wednesday night way back, and this fairly good looking girl and I were sitting at adjacent tables, and both of us had a pretty good idea that we were looking each other over. She smiled a little, and it was all over - a dentist’s nightmare. Very cute, and after she started talking to me, very intelligent but I couldn’t get those damn teefuses out of my head.
Funny thing was that I saw her around work the next week. She sorta recognized me. . .
But my turnoffs are bad teefuses and horrible speech/intellect. I prefer to have intelligent conversations. . .
Tripler
Gentlemen, imagine what fellatio would be like with nasty teeth. :eek:
In no particular order:
Bad laughs.
Loud and/or excessive gum chewing.
Obesity.
Smoking.
Taking self too seriously.
Big Hair**[sup]TM[/sup]**. It could be on the most-together head of a very bright, witty, strong woman with a perfect body, but a huge stupid poufy mass of hairspray heaven is going to cause serious problems with Mission Control.
Outie belly buttons.
shiver
In no particular order:[ul]
[li]Guys who wear dark shoes, dark pants, and white socks. Where, you may ask, do I see these men? Pretty much any geeky-techy company in Chicago.[/li][li]Guys who look like I could break them. I like men who are more manly than me.[/li][li]Guys who don’t like Monty Python.[/li][li]Guys who’ve never heard of Cecil Adams. Seriously, if someone grew up or has lived in the Chicago area a long time, he should have picked up The Reader at some point and recognized genius.[/li][/ul]
I suppose none of these are deal-breakers if other things are good, but they are definitely petty turn-offs.
I agree blainer, Outies are so disgusting.
No particular order. You all are going to think I’m insane but really, I’m not.
Hearing someone chew.
Hearing someone clear their sinuses. (why do they always want to kiss after that? Yuck.)
Poor grammer, written and spoken.
Using words without knowing the correct usage.
Cursing.
Tardiness.
Being illogical.
Soft hands.
Not listening to what I say. (I went to lunch with this guy who offered to stop and pick up sandwiches on his way to meet me. Fine and dandy. He asked what I wanted. Told him “chicken sandwich, wheat bread, just lettuce, absolutely nothing else.” He arrived with a chicken sandwich, with mustard, lettuce and beansprouts. His reply when I commented on the sandwich? " I thought you’d prefer it this way." Not “I forgot”, just he thought he knew what I wanted better than I did. Idiot.)
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Ear wax.
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Guys who think it’s “funny” to be patronizing to me about sports–“oooh, she’s a girl, she can’t possibly know anything about baseball or basketball.” That’s an irrevocable error. I don’t care how good-looking, smart, or funny a guy is, once he’s a jerk to me about sports, he’s done.
American regional accents, pretty much of any kind, but especially Southern. Ugh. I can get past them, but it takes some work.
Soft hands.
Limp handshake.
The wearing of Greek letters when not in college.
The wearing of those stupid sun visors, especially at night, and especially at a jaunty angle and/or upside down.
I think those cover it. So picky, I is!
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Smoking. ew.
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Bad table manners. I broke of an engagement because of this one. (Well, at least partly, anyhow).
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Talking at a movie, or talking my ear off at a live music performance. Even if it’s a bar, if all my attention is focused on the band, I’m NOT gonna be more interested in your drunken patter. I’ve actually had guys try to pick me up by blathering, and I mean at length, about how great the music is. They don’t even catch on when I say, “Then how 'bout shutting up and listening?”
Which brings me to #2: Assuming comments like that last one are just my feisty way of flirting.
People who chew ice. It literally drives me up a wall. To my ears it’s worse than scraping fingernails on a chalkboard. When I was dating, if a woman chewed ice while with me, I would politely ask the woman not to do it and explain my aversion of the sound. Most women would tolerate that foible of mine. If they did not, that was pretty much where the relationship ended.
I know it’s childish, but the OP did asked for “petty”.
Ditto to those who said “limp handshake.” Eeeeeeeeew.
And TV time, I hear ice-chewing is a form of sexual frustration.
I was talking to a woman and I lost all respect for her when I asked what her favorite movie was and she answered “Turner and Hooch”…Ack!!!
Petty, petty me.
He could be the nicest, most intelligent, most handsome, funniest, richest, most loving and caring man. He could be the King of England and the Commonwealth. If he’s not at least as tall as me (5’8"), no thanks.
Well, ok. Perhaps not to that extreme. But I prefer to be able to look up to someone I’m dancing with.