For the love of Cthulhu no! Demos can smell these things light years away!

Dr. Ghastly FTW!

Ah, well that's good news.

lol. the only thing I could think of was the Nerve.com section "I did it for science".

Hmm. I was hoping for something a bit more bitter and vitriolic.

This is not a charade. What you are doing requires total concentration. Now try again, but this time FEEL.

Genius!

Brilliant! Feel free to add your own bitter relationship post mortem.

Past horror stories?

Dated a girl in high school/college for about a year and a half. Relationship was just fine for about two months until things started turning sour. I can't remember exactly how things took a turn for the worse, but I do recall her pulling a wonderful little "stomping off because I'm mad at you" routine nearly everyday at lunch.

Hanging out with her became increasingly annoying. Either she would want to drive to the lake, or just drive around, both options were quite boring. We would rarely hang out with my friends because she didn't like them that much. We started to argue about stupid stuff. Example: I would pick her up and ask her what she wanted to do. She would say she didn't know, then stare out the window to avoid looking at me. I'd suggest several things we could do. Ten minutes later she'd yell at me for not understanding that her brothers were giving her a hard time and they're always so mean...

It was around the time she opted to walk ten miles back to her house rather than take a ride from me when I knew I was retarded to think the relationship was remotely healthy. She was once again complaining about everyone persecuting her and I'd tried to convincer her it was in her head. Wrong way to go about it, she took offense and started walking home. So, I made her get in the car and dropped her off. Once she shut the door started screaming. Just cursing, nothing intelligible. Punched the dashboard a couple of times out of frustration and drove to my friends place and played poker for the rest of the night.

I actually tried dumping her on three seperate occasions, but she'd cry and tell me she was lost without me and I'd be a sucker and recant. Stupid me. Finally, she dumped me and it was the most fun I'd ever had getting dumped. She had been avoiding me for a week or so, which did wonders for my social life, when she called my friend's house and asked me to come over so we could "talk." I said, "Well, golly, sure!"

I headed on over and she asked me to sit down. I took a seat on the couch with a big stupid grin and she sat on the floor in front of me. She sat there for a couple of minutes umming and welling until I told her to just spit it out. Finally she comes out and just says that she doesn't think we should date anymore. I laughed, told her that sounded great and got up to leave. Before I got to the door she asked me if that was it and I said, "Yep, see ya!" It was a good day.

Though that relationship sucked, I wouldn't change it one bit. I learned a lot from the experience that has really helped me out in subsequent relationships.

This thread could rule, but it's slow so far. I'm going to abstain for the moment from the past horror stories, but I have some.

That is just plain awesome.

I know a train wreck is about to happen here, but I just can't look away...

It's only a matter of time until this thread either explodes in a flaming ball of failure, or becomes immensely entertaining.

I guess I'm too young to have any great relationship bombs, but I have a date bomb, if that applies.

I met a girl at a party, and we hit it off immediately. She was smart, very funny, and better looking than I really had any right to talk to. I ended up getting her phone number, calling her that weekend, and asking her if she wanted to go to a club with me, to keep me company while I hung around long enough to say "I came!" to this friend's birthday party. We planned to split pretty quickly, then go see a movie.
Well, the club actually turned out to be not-bad, so we skipped the movie and stuck around for most of the night. Keep in mind that I called her and set up the date, picked her up, have been paying for her drinks all night, and have been completely ignoring my friends, in favor of spending time with her. Then, after about five hours at this club, she very casually says the following: "Yeah, my boyfriend likes those, too!"
I stood for a couple of seconds, stunned, before the bartender said something, and she turned away. When she turned back, I was gone. And I never saw her again.

Demos must be half dead in a ditch somewhere since we have yet to hear from him on this thread

Only one way to handle that, of course: Do your best impression of deep revelation, and tell her "You're right!." Then leave.