He wrote my name and drew little hearts all over his arm like tattoos and wore them to a concert. Later he called a radio station and professed his love for me.
— Diana
Postscript: He actually became obsessed with me and I had to break up with him.
I was interested in this guy at work. I was the bar manager and he was a bartender so we did inventory together. One night after coming upstairs from the office he surprised me by setting up a table in the restaurant with candles and some great Italian food and wine glasses that had water in them.
— Gina
Postscript: After two years of dating we got married.
I got the flu really bad and threw up all over the floor. He held my hair, wiped my tears and kissed my pukey face. Then he put me to bed and cleaned the whole thing up, including my clothes.
— Sick Girl
Postscript: Four years later he’s still taking care of me.
He wrote me a terrible death metal love song and played it for me on his guitar. The music was horrifying but I knew he loved me.
— Michelle
Postscript: Sadly he passed away…
The first night I slept over I got my period and bled all over his white sheets. I was mortified. He said “No biggie, that’s what detergent is for,” and made me breakfast.
— Red
Postscript: We were together for a while but it didn’t work out. He’ still a great guy though. No hard feelings.
After a few dates we finally had sex and it was EPIC! She’s a FREAK!
— B to the Ryan
Postscript: Still freaky and I’m shopping for rings!
We’d been dating two months when he went home to Ireland for the holidays. He missed his flight back and paid an extra $800 to be with me on Christmas Eve.
— Kristen
Postscript: We’ve been married six years and have two children.
