Milo (The Sniffer/Picker)

I met Milo in my Chemistry class. How appropriate. He was good looking, charming, and extremely complimentary. After talking in class a few times and exchanging phone numbers, he asked me to go bowling with him. I love bowling!

The evening was going wonderfully. That is, until I caught a glimpse of him sniffing my shoes during my turn. Surely I was imagining things.
Later on he put his arm around my shoulders and asked, "My armpits don't stink, do they? Smell them!" Okay... growing slightly less charming.

That night was quite strange, but after he insisted that I was amazing (can't argue with sound logic) and that he loved spending time with me, I agree to go out with him again. This time we were playing billiards. I love billiards!

Again it was an average evening full of flowery compliments (almost nauseating). We played on a team against another couple that had come with us. After his shot he turned to me and asked me to examine a bump on his neck. I reported that it looked like an ingrown hair.

"Would you mind picking it for me?"

I don't care how incredible or beautiful I am... I'm not down with that.