It Ended Badly…

…the recent lack of updates.

Some of us have been partying locally, while others travelling the Far East. Back to the regularly scheduled programming shortly.

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When I was a teenager in the early nineties, I dated a guy who had his own dingy basement apartment, but not a phone. He won me over by walking a mile and calling me from a gas station payphone every night. We’d talk 25 cents worth: a half an hour. Through all kinds of weather. No one had cellphones back then. He was the last of a now extinct breed: the chivalrous Quarter Caller.

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Welcome!

“it ended badly” is where the most distasteful, outlandish, offensive, awkward dating experiences are truly loved and appreciated.

Sweetly gathered on this site are disastrous true accounts from the dating world submitted by those that survived to type on.

Misery makes good company. To laugh with. And at.

Post your horrendous encounter.

Read other tales even more damaging.

AND ENJOY the worst we ALL have to share.

-Jules

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Feeling lonely this week? Prince Charming transformed into a slimy toad?

Warm your heart with horrifying tales of dating disasters! Contribute your own sordid stories of romance gone awry! Gain solace in the fact that you are not alone, and no matter how bad it is, someone else has it worse!

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