**Ah love. Amore is one of life's greatest gifts. We yearn for it, chase it and dream of it. Most of the time we are dreaming of sharing our heart with one person in particular. That man or woman who churn the butterflies in our stomach. We fantasize about all the things we'll do and share until one day they show us a true color or two and then they come crashing down from than pedestal faster than Humpty Dumpty. Then you stand there and ask yourself... "What the heck was I thinking?!" **
Redditor **torkpo **_asked for stories about what it took for some people to lose interest in their stalkees/I mean crushes. _
He got visibly annoyed when I didn't order what he suggested off of a menu.
She told me after we'd been dating for a few weeks that she seriously believes she has psychic powers. I was already thinking of calling it off but that was the moment I knew for sure that we weren't going to be compatible. Dating a psychic is not worth the stress of knowing she could be reading my thoughts at any moment.
Mine was more subtle... the first thing that came of her mouth to talk about former people she had dated was economic issues. You know:
"Oh, he was loaded"
"Oh, he took me to Paris for the weekend".
Made me realize her priorities.
After a movie I grabbed my trash and she laughed and smacked it out of my hand onto the floor and said "people get paid to clean it" I just looked at her and said "why would you intentionally make someone's life harder when you have two free hands to carry trash 15 feet to the can?" She couldn't grasp that concept and I never felt attracted to her again.