Rarely have I seen so much WTF in one place.
One common problem for the ladies is when they run across some complete tool who couldn't get a clue if one attacked him in a dark alley. It's all about him, but nothing is ever his fault. He's a special, unique little delicate snowflake of awesomeness, who just happens to have the social skills of a rabid gerbil. Sometimes he's the guy who likes to cuddle up to the ladies and talk about periods and how much men suck (See? I'm one of you!) because he thinks "nice" guys get all the nookie. Sometimes he's the guy who never leaves the locker room, talks about his dick like some men talk about fishing stories (It's eight inches! And she slobbered it like a puddin' pop! All ten inches of it! Yeah, and then she choked on my ball sack, because my 12 inch dick was too much for her!) and only shuts up about his dick and how much everyone loves it to talk about money and his f'ing sweet car.
In reality everyone thinks both sorts are, at best, a bit of a wanker.
So, anyways, that's one common problem for the ladies. I dunno, anyone here ever run across a guy like that?