I don't know...being a ghost sounds really frustrating, not the sort of afterlife I'd want. Then again, I'm totally fine with my energy being dispersed post mortem.

I think I would prefer to just cease to exist than spend eternity banging around a stranger’s attic or making footsteps in the snow. 

Here’s a true story, no ghosts or italics.

This is by far the most common and short sighted argument that I see. Wringing hands worried about what the “other side” will think or do.

I’m very shy. I was totally into him, but his worrying about his height really bothered me - I felt a bit self conscious about being too tall, and he was always kinda going for kisses and stuff, which I liked, but was self-conscious about in public.

YES.  I work at a uni, and those are the top two worst to deal with.  Followed closely by Economics,

I’ve never actually been on any GOOD ‘dates’ as such. When I met my husband, we were raiding in WoW and he thought I was a ‘squeaky-voiced 15yo boy’. When he found out I wasn’t, we chatted a bit and discovered we lived near each other, so we met at a cafe for a friendly coffee and chatted for a couple of hours. I…

It was a long time ago, but I went on a date with a guy who seemed nice enough at first. After the usual small talk, he was like “Well, we gotta get it out of the way... Are you the man or the woman?”

Your ex is a dick.

Late to this party but chiming in anyway: In high school, I was thrilled to be asked to the homecoming dance by one of the star football players. The plan was to meet up after the game, then head to the gym for the dance. When I got to our designated meeting place, I was surprised to see that his entire family—mom,…

My parrot started imitating her moaning as she was going down on me. She starts laughing uncontrollably and I never got to finish. 

I JUST had a guy who I went on a single Tinder date with a week and a half ago look up my work address (I told him what part of the government I work for, nothing else), and use it to send me flowers for my birthday. To a secure facility. Where we are not allowed to accept personal mail. Which I neglected to mention…

I went on a date in 2007 which I was very suspicious of, having tepidly put off this guy’s gentle, unthreatening advances for months (due to 16 year age gap) and then finally receiving a drunk text formally asking me out that was surprisingly sweet. I hemmed for another week, then said what the hell. We went to a…

I went on my very first date ever at 14, with a guy who shall forever be known as Dumb Bobby. He could drive, and my mom said I was way too young for car dates. Her compromise was that we could go to an afternoon movie, and she would take my little sister to a different movie at the same theater. I did not know that…

There was this sexy AF guy I met through my college internship who was the first guy for whom I’d ever made the first move and asked him out myself. He agreed even more enthusiastically than I’d hoped for and, after a phone chats, we planned to meet up for drinks, dinner, and a downtown stroll.

Weird, I’ve been told listening to podcasts at all made me “too hipster”

Did we date the same guy?

I met a beautiful and hip woman on campus as I was finishing up my outdoor training at the track. We hit it off and I set up a date for Friday night. I picked her up at “her” house. Turns out, it was her parent’s house. Okay, that’s cool - why pay for an apartment or dorm room when your folks live near campus.

Back in 1988 or so when almost no one had a computer, my dad bought a 1200 baud modem and taught me how to dial into a BBS. I quickly got to chatting with a bunch of people and decided to meet a guy “Derek” a few years older than me (I was 16? He was ... 20. Yikes.) I made some joke about him knowing me by the “flower…

Dude told me the podcasts I listened to were too mainstream for him.