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Dealbreaker: He's a Crack Addict

Some days, he’d wake up on a Saturday morning, say he had to run some errands, and turn up 24 hours later.

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Dealbreaker: He Held Me Back

I was a social butterfly with a wild streak; he could count his friends on one hand and spent most weekends in.

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Dealbreaker: He Fell Asleep Under a Van

As he lay there, snoring and reeking of fuel, I stared at him wondering how I'd sunken to this point. But I knew how.

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Dealbreaker: I Was On Vacation

I needed access to people and parties I wouldn’t meet on the typical tourist route. I decided to do it the easiest way I knew: I would date.

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Dealbreaker: He Was a Drunk

Everyone has those crazy nights once in a while when they drink too much, I told myself.

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Dealbreaker: I Made Him Sick

“Do you want me to take a shower?” I asked, overly conscious of the trace levels of cat that must be caking my skin.

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Dealbreaker: She Wanted Kids

I feel I’m doing our crippled economy a favor by shooting for zero offspring. She wanted four.

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Dealbreaker: He's a Know-It-All

We both knew a lot about music, but even if I knew the answer, I’d never win a fight.

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Dealbreaker: I Wasn't Attracted to Her

The physical contact remained— “remained” being the key word.

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Dealbreaker: He Doesn't Give Compliments

He was a numbers guy, and he approached relationships with the same dispassionate logic he would any other equation.

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Dealbreaker: She's Gay

We didn’t know where our relationship would go from there, but we both knew we didn’t want a divorce.

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Dealbreaker: He Led a Double Life

Everything was a lie, and he’d bought and paid for every one. Not because he ever needed to, but just because he could.

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Dealbreaker: She's Never Had a Job

Not even a high school gig bagging groceries at the corner store.

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Dealbreaker: He's A Man-Child

Whenever I’d ask Gordon a serious question, he’d start re-enacting a courtship scene from Star Wars: The Phantom Menace.

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Dealbreaker: He Changed His Name

"Hector," it turned out, was his second try at a new name; he hadn’t had much luck with Nicholas.

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Dealbreaker: He's a Prostitute

Dealbreaker: He's a Crack Addict

Some days, he’d wake up on a Saturday morning, say he had to run some errands, and turn up 24 hours later.

Dealbreaker: He Held Me Back

I was a social butterfly with a wild streak; he could count his friends on one hand and spent most weekends in.

Dealbreaker: He Fell Asleep Under a Van

As he lay there, snoring and reeking of fuel, I stared at him wondering how I'd sunken to this point. But I knew how.

Dealbreaker: I Was On Vacation

I needed access to people and parties I wouldn’t meet on the typical tourist route. I decided to do it the easiest way I knew: I would date.

Dealbreaker: He Was a Drunk

Everyone has those crazy nights once in a while when they drink too much, I told myself.

Dealbreaker: I Made Him Sick

“Do you want me to take a shower?” I asked, overly conscious of the trace levels of cat that must be caking my skin.

Dealbreaker: She Wanted Kids

I feel I’m doing our crippled economy a favor by shooting for zero offspring. She wanted four.

Dealbreaker: He's a Know-It-All

We both knew a lot about music, but even if I knew the answer, I’d never win a fight.

Dealbreaker: I Wasn't Attracted to Her

The physical contact remained— “remained” being the key word.

Dealbreaker: He Doesn't Give Compliments

He was a numbers guy, and he approached relationships with the same dispassionate logic he would any other equation.

Dealbreaker: She's Gay

We didn’t know where our relationship would go from there, but we both knew we didn’t want a divorce.

Dealbreaker: He Led a Double Life

Everything was a lie, and he’d bought and paid for every one. Not because he ever needed to, but just because he could.

Dealbreaker: She's Never Had a Job

Not even a high school gig bagging groceries at the corner store.

Dealbreaker: He's A Man-Child

Whenever I’d ask Gordon a serious question, he’d start re-enacting a courtship scene from Star Wars: The Phantom Menace.

Dealbreaker: He Changed His Name

"Hector," it turned out, was his second try at a new name; he hadn’t had much luck with Nicholas.

Dealbreaker: He's on the Rebound

“Aren’t you, like, a broken man?” I asked, my hand protectively covering my lips. “Probably,” he conceded.

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Some days, he’d wake up on a Saturday morning, say he had to run some errands, and turn up 24 hours later.

I was a social butterfly with a wild streak; he could count his friends on one hand and spent most weekends in.

As he lay there, snoring and reeking of fuel, I stared at him wondering how I'd sunken to this point. But I knew how.

I needed access to people and parties I wouldn’t meet on the typical tourist route. I decided to do it the easiest way I knew: I would date.

Everyone has those crazy nights once in a while when they drink too much, I told myself.

“Do you want me to take a shower?” I asked, overly conscious of the trace levels of cat that must be caking my skin.

I feel I’m doing our crippled economy a favor by shooting for zero offspring. She wanted four.

We both knew a lot about music, but even if I knew the answer, I’d never win a fight.

The physical contact remained— “remained” being the key word.

He was a numbers guy, and he approached relationships with the same dispassionate logic he would any other equation.

We didn’t know where our relationship would go from there, but we both knew we didn’t want a divorce.

Everything was a lie, and he’d bought and paid for every one. Not because he ever needed to, but just because he could.

Not even a high school gig bagging groceries at the corner store.

Whenever I’d ask Gordon a serious question, he’d start re-enacting a courtship scene from Star Wars: The Phantom Menace.

"Hector," it turned out, was his second try at a new name; he hadn’t had much luck with Nicholas.

“Aren’t you, like, a broken man?” I asked, my hand protectively covering my lips. “Probably,” he conceded.

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