I was dating a guy for awhile that had a major nose hair problem. The hairs were sticking so far out of his nose that they were all I could see when I got close to kiss him. When it got to the point where I didn’t want to kiss him because of the hairs, I knew I had to say something. I casually told him that I had noticed the nose hairs and maybe he should trim them. He said, Oh yeah, I know. They are really long, huh. End of discussion. No trimming ever occurred. Neither did any more kissing. Dealbreaker.

First date with this guy, JFK Jr look-a-like, fighter pilot, nice body, etc. Plan was to go ride his wave runner. Off comes his shirt and “OH MY GOD when did he put on the wool sweater!??!!” Back hair – Dealbreaker.

A guy invited me out on a first date for lunch in an area where we could walk around the city a little bit while we got to know each other. Great idea! As we’re walking to lunch, he asks if it’s ok if we run a quick errand. No problem; we’re in the neighborhood, we can pick something up. He says he has to lodge a complaint with his salon (not barbershop) about a product he purchased there. I helplessly followed him in the doors of the posh place and listened as he ranted that the product he’d purchased was previously used so he refused to use it and, as a result, had hair that looked like a “poofy dandelion.” We went to lunch after that but as we talked, I kept seeing his head morph Ally McBeal-style into a huge billowy dandelion. Dealbreaker.