Each week, Reddit’s artist-in-residence Shitty_Watercolour will illustrate a sampling of Reddit’s best comments, handpicked from some of his favorite communities like Ask Reddit, Shower Thoughts, and more.

In this week’s feature for Upvoted, Shitty (okay, real name: Hector Janse van Rensburg) has brought to life posts from the Reddit community Ask Reddit, prompting: What is your Tinder dating horror story?

“Went on a date with a girl who had already told her whole family about me, before we even met. And she wanted me to meet them in person on the first date.

“Nope.”

— Reddit user WolfofPortland

“I’ve been on quite a few Tinder dates. Most are pretty standard dinner/drinks/occasional bang, etc.

“This isn’t really a horror story, just the one that sticks out as the most bizarre/funny.

“This girl (we’d been chatting for like a week or so,) hit me up around 10 PM on a Sunday night and said she’d be in my neck of the woods on her way home and wanted to see if I wanted to hang out. I did. So she comes over, and she’s got a bag of Mexican food with her. So I put on an episode of Always Sunny, and she busts out a monster bean and cheese burrito and a carne asada quesadilla. She asked if I wanted any, but I had already eaten. So this (skinny, mind you) girl puts down BOTH OF THESE FUCKING THINGS in like 10 minutes. Just destroyed like 2 pounds of food. She wipes her face off, grabs my hand, rubs her tits with my hands, and gets up and goes, “Welp, I gotta go, you can tell your friends you at least got something out of it.”

“Never to be seen again. I’m still in love with her.

“Edit: Here’s a screenshot of our last words together.”

— Reddit user StrungoutScott

“My Tinder nightmare began on Jan. 8, 2014 when I started texting with a beautiful woman who I knew was out of my league. I’m a 50-ish Caucasian guy, out of shape, overweight, but otherwise stable and normal. She was a 30 year old black woman, college-educated, stunningly beautiful and very elegant and slender.

“Nonetheless, after a few days of texting, I invited her to join me for dinner at a very nice restaurant downtown. To my dismay, she actually accepted my invitation. I was waiting for her at the bar and when she walked in, my jaw hit the floor. She was so beautiful I literally lost my breath for a moment. She was taller than me in her heels, and was wearing a beautiful short dress with the most amazing legs I had ever seen. She greeted me with a bright smile and a gentle hug and we were escorted to our table. We had a very good date, the conversation flowed, and she seemed to have a good time as well.

“We decided to continue the date and went to a couple of bars for drinks. Finally she said it was time to go home and, since she had taken Uber earlier, I offered to give her a ride home and she quickly agreed. All this time I thought that, even though the date was fun, and comfortable, I assumed it would possibly lead to a friendship at best considering the obvious differences. Well when we got to her place we talked for a few minutes more. I offered to walk her to her door but she declined. She then got out and walked around to my door. She leaned through the window and planted a very brief but sensual kiss on my lips. My heart stopped! She then leaned back and smiled. I was able to stammer out an invitation to go out again and she accepted without hesitation. I was on cloud nine! I knew that this remarkable woman would have a profound affect on my life, it seemed pre-destined.

“Fast forward a couple of weeks, She and I had been seeing each other nearly every day and I was developing strong feelings already. But, something was wrong. I had a weird nagging sense that she was hiding something. Although she was being very affectionate , something just felt off. Then finally it happened. We were out at a bar together. It was a good time but she seemed distracted. As we were leaving she turned to me and said, in a serious tone, ‘We need to talk.’ I thought, this is it, the differences between us are too much for her and I’m about to be friend zoned. But nothing prepared me for what came next. She asked me to just listen and not say anything, and I agreed.

“She then started out by saying that she had developed strong feelings for me but there was something that I needed to know about her that might make me want to change my mind about pursuing a relationship. My mind was spinning and so many scenarios raced through my head. Is she married? Is she a criminal?

“Then I remembered a few day earlier when we were making out and I touched her breast lightly and realized that she had breast implants because it was quite hard. So I thought. ‘OMG, is she a transexual?’

But, as it turns out, she wasn’t but that would have been better than what came next: She looked at me, and with a tear in her eye, she told me that she has stage 4 breast cancer. She was originally diagnosed 4 years earlier as stage 3 and had beaten it back into remission after having a double mastectomy along with radiation treatment and chemotherapy. Now it had returned as stage 4 and she was to start chemo again in two weeks. I was floored!

“She then stated that she will understand if I wanted to turn and run and she wouldn’t think less of me for it. My response was to re-iterate that I adored her. And I thought she was an amazing woman and if she wanted me to take this journey with her that I would be honored to do so. We kissed and just held each other for a while. Finally she said goodnight and went to her car to go home. I cried all the way home.

“We had a full amazing year together. I had to go to Japan for work and she met me there in between chemo treatments. She never cried and was always elegant. I learned what the true definition of grace meant. We lived a lifetime in 2014. She died 9 months ago, 15 months after we met. I am a much better man for having met her and shared in her struggle.

“I love you and miss you so much, Genny!”

— Reddit user mr-contrarian

“Met up with a really hot ‘bi-curious’ girl. I’m a lesbian, this girl had only ever been with men and wanted to experiment with girls. She was stupidly hot, like hot hot. We matched and we chatted for, like, two days. I soon found out we had no common ground at all. Like… none. However, she wanted to meet, and me being the horny lez gremlin I am, agreed just because she was hot and I could take her girl-on-girl virginity.

“We agreed to meet one day, picked her up and we went for drinks. Walked back to mine and chatted a little more over alcoholic root beer and Breaking Bad. We started making out, she took off my bra, I took off hers, she took my pants off, I took hers off. We started kissing, touching, feeling. She starts fingering me, I can tell straight away she is a first timer. She starts jabbing at my poor vag with her half-inch acrylics. I tell her to slow down a little and be a little more gentle about it. All of a sudden, she bursts into tears and says she’s not ready. I tell her it’s fine, blah, blah. She ends up staying at my place and we cuddle for the night until I sobered up enough to drive her back home in the morning.

“Later the next day, I go for a piss and realise it stings like a bitch and my pee smells DREADFUL and is cloudy. Run to the doctors because I’m a casual hypochondriac and take a pee sample. Doctor sticks the paper in my pee and yup, straight away it shows I have a UTI. I didn’t piss after Little Miss Bicurious scratched my insides out. Bitch gave me a UTI AND blue balls.”

— Reddit user bettyj6

“I don’t use Tinder. However, my roommate loves it, and she’s brought back numerous visitors. Which is fine, except for the fact that the apartment is tiny and we share a room. And also the fact that my roommate doesn’t really care what I end up seeing.

“And, as it turns out, most guys don’t care about having another girl in the room either—some take it as an opportunity for a threesome.

“My roommate is my Tinder nightmare.”

— Reddit user oopsiekitty