In edition three of Magnificent Me, we asked you about 'dealbreaker moments' - those sudden flashes of awareness that this man was not the one for you. Here are some of the sad, comical and occasionally outrageous moments in your past lives which you were kind enough to send in for our general delectation.

Men's magazines - and the ad machines that keep them afloat - might imagine that making the right impression is all about the cut of your jib, the make of your car, the brand of your aftershave or the coolness of your crop - and they'd be partly right. Sartorial errors (and particularly white socks and bad pants) feature prominently in our litany of dating disasters. We're just as intolerant as men when it comes to unpleasing body parts (read 'chicken wing arms' as our version of 'bingo wings' in the Body Fascism section). Other reasons range from the obvious - bad manners, poor personal hygiene, inability to leave their mother's protective wing - to the very obscure, particularly in the final section, simply entitled 'Uh Oh' and which we can only explain as moments that gave you that unnerving 'run like hell' momentum.....

He was wearing WHAT???!!!

'Should I mention the guy with the Magnum moustache and the white Terry Towelling socks with slip on shoes?'
(Julie, London)

'It was the day I saw him in y-fronts with flowers all over them.'
(Sue, Nottingham)

'It's always a problem meeting someone in work clothes and not knowing how they dress out of work. He was an architect and all suited and booted when I met him. He arrived for our first date on a bicycle in skin-tight lycra, his sweaty fringe splayed beneath his crash helmet. As he got off his bike and clip-clopped towards me in his ridiculous cycle shoes, I could barely stand to kiss him.'
(Rebecca, Nottingham)

'He brought the drinks from the bar and sat down. His trousers rose up a little and there they were - white socks'
(Karen, Exeter)

'He wore white socks with flip-flops!'
(Roslyn, London)

'Underpants figure large in my 'dealbreaker' moments. I remember two incidents, both during my student years, where the quality of a guy's underpants suddenly turned that first fumble under the covers into the last. One was wearing really static-y paisley print y-fronts, in lurid orange and purple swirls. The other was wearing huge, greying nylon y-fronts that you just KNEW his mum had bought for him. Heck, they may even have been passed down from his dad. I'm not some kind of underwear fascist, I just suspect I didn't REALLY fancy either of them, and the underpants cinched it. Certainly, the bobbly, well-used nylon element was a turn-off. Luckily, for the modern man, I think nylon knickers for men went out in the nineties.'
(Veronica, London)

Naughty Naughty....

'I think it was probably the moment I walked into his room whilst he was shagging someone else'
(Jo, London)

'It was when he rang me to say he was going to a mutual friend's house to learn how to use her karaoke machine. I knew full well she didn't have a karaoke machine.'
(Kylie, London)

'We'd been together for four years and we decided to buy a house. Once I'd slept with the estate agent, I had to face the fact that it was actually over.'
(Sian, Bedford)

Plain Bad Manners

'One night I met a guy called Michael in a nightclub and we seemed to hit it off, so after a few drinks we arranged to meet again. It was quite a journey for me to get to the end of town where he lived, in order to meet up in his local bar. When I went into the pub I was surprised I couldn't see him and then he appeared from a booth, where he was sitting with his friend. What sort of bloke brings his best friend on a date? At the end of the date I had to leave to get to work that evening so I made my excuses to leave. At this point I expected him to be concerned as to how I was getting home (being miles away) and perhaps even offer to ring me a taxi, but he didn't even stand up. In fact he didn't stop supping his pint. His attitude was pretty much 'shut the door on your way out love!'. This was the point I decided he wasn't the one for me!'
(Emma, New York)

'When he answered the phone while we were having sex
(Nicky, Ascot)

Mummy's Boys

'When I found out that his flat was in fact his parents' garage'
(Chris, Manchester)

'He had to push his Volkswagen Beetle up the street to start it in the morning because he didn't want to wake his mum up. He was 25'
(Carol, Burnley)

'When I realised his relationship with his mother was so close that he felt it was OK to discuss masturbation in front of me and her at the same time'
(Andrea, Crewe)

A question of taste

'He dedicated Led Zeppelin's 'Stairway to Heaven' to me at a disco when we were 14. I was a punk at the time and I just thought - what a wanker - surely he knows I hate that overblown shit! I was mortified.'
(Melanie, Harrogate)

Moving too quickly

'Met someone through an internet dating thingy. First date was fine and lasted a couple of hours, seemed like a real gentleman - partner in a City law firm. A few days later we met for a quick after work drink, which was immediately before I headed to Kefalonia for a couple of weeks. 20 minutes in to our 'quick drink' he said "i can't believe that my girlfriend is going on holiday and we've only just met". The 'girlfriend' bit rocked me completely, and I thought thank fxxk i'm going away for 2 weeks. Which i did and promptly fell for the local Greek restaurant owner.'
(Julia, London)

Complete Control

'When we were going on holiday and he produced an excel spreadsheet for everything we needed to pack. He had entered into the computer all items that needed to be taken on holiday....in as much detail as 4 x white socks / 3 x black socks. I was willing him to forget something. When we were splitting up, the same guy sent me an excel sheet of the pros and cons of us staying together. '
(Susan, Crewe)

'I used to have a very controlling boyfriend - Mr Muji my friends called him - and he liked to have big say in how I dressed and how I looked. He insisted at one point that I would look amazing with a really short fringe. When my sister saw me and said I looked like an extra from the prisoner-of-war series Tenko, I knew I had to get out.'
(Hannah, London)

V is for Vanity...

'He fancied himself more than any girl and I got sick of the competition. Very off putting.'
(Clare, London)

Personal Hygiene

'When he didn't brush his teeth for five days.'
(Kirsty, London)

'The day he argued passionately that men only needed to change their underwear once a week.'
(Sian, Andover)

Baaad Chemistry

'We were playing one of those stupid dinner party parlour games - a kind of modern Mr and Mrs. He was sent out of the room whilst I was asked a series of questions. When it came to the one about who he would rather sleep with, Meg Ryan or Demi Moore, I knew in a flash that he would answer Meg Ryan, that I wanted him to answer Demi Moore, that he wasn't the man for me and that a three and a half year relationship was over.'
(Christine, Exeter)

'We set off travelling together for a year. On our first night, once we got away from all the people who surrounded us I realised we had absolutely nothing to talk about. We came home straight away and split up.'
(Sofie, London)

Rough Treatment

'He just pulled my nipples too hard when we were having sex. I did tell him, but he couldn't seem to help himself and I had to finish with him in the end.'
(Emma, Plymouth)

Body Fascism

'He was Australian and he'd just extended his work permit to stay on in the UK with me. But when he shaved his stubble off for the first time ever since we'd been together, I knew it wasn't going to work.'
(Cassie, London)

'His lips looked juicy, but he kissed like a washing machine'
(Lucy, New York)

'His arms looked like chicken wings and his legs looked like chicken legs'
(Sue, London)

Almost reasonable...

'When he never let me get the last word in an argument'
(Sandy, London)

XXYY??

'Even though it was said in a jokey manner, it was when he said 'let's have a girls' night in' that I realised he was a bit too in touch with his feminine side.'
(Susan, Derby)

'I got left behind in a shop and as I was catching him up, I realised he walked like a girl'
(Angela, London)

'The night I stayed at his house for the first night and he had a rail with old-fashioned women's clothes in his room. He said they were to sell at a car boot sale but I was never really convinced.'
(Jane, London)

'I remember finally being asked out by a boy I longed for and as we were sitting in a dark movie theatre with that fantastic electric-heat feeling passing back and forth between our legs which were just barely, shyly touching, he got up his nerve and reached over and took my hand in his. It was so surprisingly soft and delicate, so much more so than mine, that I had to stop myself from pulling my hand back! I HATED the way his hand felt & allowed it to completely turn me off! I avoided kissing that cutie good-night and never went out with him again!'
(Sarah, New York)

'Things came to a head when he proposed marriage. I knew in an instant the relationship just wasn't right somehow. Sure enough, he went on to have a sex change. In fact, he used the proceeds from the sale of our flat to buy himself his own vagina! My instincts were definitely right all along!'
(Corinne, Newcastle)

Uh Oh!

'He ate a Baby Bel complete with the red wax coating at a romantic picnic he'd arranged. I realised then that he was more playdough than playboy!
(Kathryn, Wimbledon)

'When he had a joint for breakfast'
(Chloe, Aberdeen)

'I knew the bloke I picked up at a party and spent the night with wasn’t for me when he posted all his empty Mcdonald's cartons from that night to me two days later.'
(Andrea, London)

'When he didn't know how to put a condom on'
(Alice, London)

'On our third date showed me his fishing gear and starting explaining what sort of bait to use for what fish!! Just what every gal wants to know.'
(Clare, Brighton)

'Um, maybe the time he was insistent on me smelling his cats' mouths. '
(Zoe, London)

'When we went back to his flat and he introduced me to his eleven goldfish, each one named after a Luton Town player.'
(Mel, Lyme Regis)