On the offensive scale, these comments range from "mildly annoying" to "someone making a Hitler joke at a Jewish family's Thanksgiving dinner".
From about age 19 though 21, I was a little chubby from lack of exercise and an un-lack of beer. Call it the sophomore fifteen. Apparently, this invited the first two comments.
"You have a great body, but your hips are too big."
Well, I can floss with your penis.
With your microdick, you should be worshipping the air I just farted in.
(Then-fuck-buddy smacks said big hipped ass): "You need to go run another six miles."
Eventually I ran 750 miles away from that one.
Late in my sophomore year, a friend set me up with a long haired violin player. I have to admit it was very strange making out with someone who had longer hair than I did. He also had a mark on his neck from the violin playing. It looked like he'd given himself a massive hickey with a vaccuum cleaner. Who knows, maybe he actually did that. The relationship was going well enough until one spring evening in my dorm room:
Violinist: You know when your feet smell after you take your shoes off?
Violinist: I find that to be an aphrodisiac. Do you think that's weird?
The next day...
Violinist, to mutual friend: (Lieutenant Ilia) doesn't appreciate my odd sensualities.
Me (upon learning about that comment): Odd? That's not odd. That's fucked up!
Summer between sophomore and junior years of college.
Getting off the PATH train in Harrison:
"You look just like my girlfriend did. She died six months ago."
Like the true soft-hearted, romantic, sentimental schmoop that I am, I ignored him.
"You have no personality."
Thus ended my Jewish dating career.
I am now challenging Corky and Peter to come up with their own lists, which will inevitably be funnier than mine, because I am almost certainly a nun compared to those two manwhores.