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Jen went on a double date with her friend Courtney, Courtney's boyfriend and his friend as a favor. She ended up really liking her date and the two hung out for a while. Until ...

"I'm a snooper," admits Jen. "The first thing I did when I got into this guy's bathroom was go through the medicine cabinet, where I found tons of lotions, perfumes, deodorants, face washes, and other girly products -- along with two prescription medicine bottles with a woman's name on them. Later with a friend I discussed what my findings could mean. She tried to convince me he was a post-op tranny. In hindsight, I would have preferred this, because the 'OMG-this-one-time-I-made-out-with-a-post-op!' tale would have been much more fun to tell to my friends at a bar."

Jen continued to see him, and on a date to a comedy club casually mentioned his penchant for girly bath products. "He brushed it off with a strangely defensive look and mumbled something about enjoying a life of ebullience," she says. "I sipped my half of the comedy club's two-drink minimum and let it go."

Jen eventually stopped seeing him because he began to act jealous and possessive. "My friend and her man went out with him later the next weekend to a concert at which he made my friend cry by angrily exclaiming that 'all liberal arts school girls are sluts' in reference to her and myself. Her guy comforted her and, in an effort to explain what a jerk his friend was, confessed that his friend didn't actually live in the apartment I had been to. He was just watching it for his long-time girlfriend, who was in the hospital. In New Jersey. Dying of stomach cancer."

Lesson: If the bathroom smells like a girl, it's probably because he has a girlfriend.

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