Heaven and Hell

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What broke the deal?
A photo of Oliver North, wildly untamed pubic hair, a guy who kept pronouncing "phallic" as "fay-lic" ... and other discoveries that ended the date.
Dating deal breakers revealed!
Dentures, skid marks, knit ties and other things to avoid if you want to hook up.
Dating deal breakers
"Would you like to hear some of my poetry?" And other things you shouldn't say if you want to score.
Sure, you can play Kenny G. Just don't ever call me again
You've done it to someone. And somebody's done it to you. It's the deal breaker, and it's the pettiest way to weed people out.
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The night before El Wimpo broke up with me by e-mail, we were steaming up the bedroom windows with our passion.
Mixed signals
"If you lay a hand on me," she said,"I'll break every bone in it." Then she told me to lick the tuna fish off her finger.
Laying Las Vegas
He's a bad boy, a croupier. I'm a bad girl: I've done threesomes, I've done videotapes, and I did another guy last night. We should be the perfect couple.
My bigoted valentine
He was a good-looking pilot and he wanted to fly me to romantic places. Then he began ranting about gays, peaceniks and "p.c. girls."
He had me at "allo"
My Ukrainian composer spoke no English, had carpetlike back hair, and smelled vaguely of cooked cabbage. What's not to love?
"Are you desperate yet?"
That was his opening line. And I still went home with him on our first date.
The ultimate mood kill
As he made his way down to my belly, I felt something strange on my left breast.
The plan that backfired
I wanted her to loosen up, so I got her drunk. And it was working too -- we talked dirty, we made out. And then the inevitable happened.
Paradise in the parking lot, Part 2
The cad speaks! Will last week's villain emerge as this week's hero?
Paradise in the parking lot
I called him from my cell right after he dropped me off. "I'm masturbating," he said. I'd found my true love.
The curse of underwear ignorance
Encountering my thong, he yelped, "Your underwear doesn't cover your butt!" Right then, I knew my dream of great sex would not come true.
How do you compete with a man named Enrique?
I could play Radiohead on the guitar. He spoke fluent Spanish. Guess who got the girl.
To tell or not to tell
If you realize that you've already hooked up with your blind date's friend -- in your blind date's apartment, no less -- do you 'fess up?
No room for love
That's what we told each other. Two nights later, with the A.C. on full-blast, we were voraciously coupling in every way imaginable.
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We jumped straight into serious rutting, the kind that makes you forget your own name. And sometimes, your judgment.
Homecoming from hell -- with handcuffs
It was 1979. I was a long-haired Robert Plant wannabe; she was a wrong-side-of-the-tracks brunette with hippie sensibilities. All I wanted to do was score.
A mouthful of hair
She was blond, cute, smart and interested. So what went wrong?
Teenage wasteland
We talked for a minimum of 10 hours a day, every day, for years. He was still a virgin when we finally met.
Staying pure
She was beautiful, sexy and intelligent. Perfect, really, except for that whole cult thing.
A special Match Made in (the 9th circle of) Hell
On orders from my shrink, I posted a personal ad. Now I really need therapy.
I should have told him I was a dyke
I was a gay woman, he was a gay man. We tried. We really, really tried.
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