For men, on the other hand, icks tend to focus more on physical appearance: too much makeup, bad fake tan or certain fashion choices.
But is the ick always justified? Psychologists say it’s a mix of instinct, personal preference and societal conditioning. Some people grow out of it, while for others, once it strikes, there’s no turning back.
So, if you find yourself recoiling at your date’s choice of ringtone or excessive emoji use, science says it’s not just you being picky – it may be evolution doing its job.
Here, people confess the exact moment they knew their relationship was doomed:
The roll-neck deal breaker – Sarah, 33, journalist
“Met him at a press do – handsome, kind, intelligent, older and more grown-up than I usually went for. He asked me out on a date, then he turned up in a roll-neck sweater. I can’t explain it, but I immediately felt like I was dating an off-duty magician. I was out.”
Baby talk gone wrong – Emma, 29, lawyer
“Third date, he puts on a baby voice and says, ‘Do you weally, weally want it?’ when the waiter asked if we wanted dessert. It was creepy mixed with a side of psychopath. I was so horrified I just blurted out, ‘Actually, no, I don’t,’ and practically ran out of the restaurant.”
The popcorn chewer – Becky, 31, marketing manager
“We went to the cinema, and he chewed popcorn one kernel at a time. Who does that? Ick!”
Sockless and hopeless – Jessica, 28, personal trainer
“We’d been locking eyes at the gym for weeks and he finally asked me out and I looked down to see he wasn’t wearing socks with his trainers. My mind went straight to filthy toenails and slimy, sweaty feet. I made my excuses. Instant ick.”
The money mansplainer – Helen, 45, accountant
“We met on a dating app. He looked handsome in a ‘Pierce Brosnan at a vineyard’ kind of way. Then, over dinner, he leant in, twinkled condescendingly, and began explaining how I should get a Lifetime ISA and how, if I saved really hard, I too could one day afford a house like his. I own two houses and a holiday home in France. I let him finish his TED Talk on compound interest, smiled sweetly, and when the bill came, I paid in full – just so I could watch his face as I strolled out, never to return.”
The ‘Babe’ overload – Ryan, 33, journalist
“She called me ‘Babe’ 47 times in one dinner. Yes I counted – and then left.”
The beige chinos incident – Hannah, 27, artist
“He wore beige chinos on our first dinner date. That’s it. That was the ick. Not even a rogue coffee stain or a playful cuff roll to save him – just crisp, unyielding beige. The kind that says, ‘I have a favourite screwdriver,’ and, ‘Shall we pop to Homebase this weekend?’ I saw my future flash before my eyes: Sunday afternoons discussing grout. I left before the mains arrived.”
The Porsche key ring guy – Alice, 42, PR consultant
“He had a Porsche key ring even though he drove a Golf. Ick!”
The drunk ‘woo’ girl – Ben, 51, doctor
“She ‘wooed’ at a waiter carrying a tray of cocktails, then again when a song she liked came on. The final straw? She ‘wooed’ at a street lamp because ‘it looked lonely’.”
The filthy bathroom – Rachel, 30, events planner
“After a few romantic dates, he invited me over to his place for dinner. He’d cooked an incredible meal, everything seemed perfect – until I used his downstairs loo. It hadn’t been cleaned and there were, er, marks. I made my excuses and left. Some things you can’t unsee.”
The ‘Careless Whisper’ ringtone – Jess, 30, teacher
“He seemed completely normal, nice guy… and then his phone rang. Careless Whisper. Maybe it was ironic? Nope. He let it ring, closed his eyes, and whispered, ‘Such a great song.’ The ick hit me at the sax solo.”
The cutlery clash – Chris, 27, lawyer
“She held her fork in a fist like a toddler and stabbed her food. I couldn’t concentrate on the conversation.”
The lip-reader – Tom, 33, IT consultant
“Her lips moved when she read her book. One night, I caught myself staring at her slow-moving lips and knew it was done.”
The mummy’s boy – Jane, 45, chiropodist
“He told me his mother still did his cleaning and ironing – every week. He was 46.”
Telegraph readers’ biggest ‘icks’
Robert Ireland: “When she cradles her oversized favourite coffee cup in both hands, buries her face in it and gives the impression she’s a cute 5-year-old warming up from a day in a snowstorm… Grow up, hold the handle with one hand and lift the cup to the lips, girls.”
Michael Pearce: “Someone who eats a Kit Kat without breaking the fingers apart – unacceptable behaviour in a cultured society.”
Aunty Vee: “Anyone who says ‘me and…’, people who punctuate everything with ‘like’, answer a question starting the sentence with ‘so …’ and anyone who calls people: bro, bruh, dude. All absolutely out of the question.”
Lester Burnham: “Started chatting to a beautiful girl at a bar and all was going well until she went to the loo and I saw she walked with duck-feet. Taxi for Lester.”
P Sutherland: “My late mother told me that she ditched a boyfriend after he sent her a love letter full of spelling mistakes. This would have been almost 80 years ago.”
Tracy Campell: “My personal off-switch kicks in when people can’t use a knife and fork properly. Cutting up food and then eating with a fork only. Appalling.”
My view: “Using “passed” instead of “died”. Sorry, but it’s died or passed away.”
Christopher Garrod: “A young lady dumped me because, when shaving, I hung my towel on my member. Lesson learned, that was the last time I tried to be helpful and pick stuff up from the bedroom floor!”
Jo Walton: “My husband does something that gives me the ick but he’s only starting doing it relatively recently so after nearly 30 years of marriage I just turn away when he uses his middle finger to type on his phone!”
Polly Pie: “People who refer to their pets as fur babies.”
Yvonne Twiss: “Bad grammar. If a man doesn’t know the difference between they’re, their or there, it’s swipe left!”
