Knowing Where I Lived Was An Understatement
I met this guy on Plenty of Fish and we got chatting. Turns out he lived at the otherside of the city centre from me and when I described where I lived, he told me he knew the take away place two doors down so knew where my flat was.
We chatted through FB and MSN, video chatted too and so I invited him over for a no-strings evening. I'd like to say it was awesome but I'd be lying. We continued to chat occasionally and he kept saying that he'd come over again some time and spend the whole night but I wasn't really into the idea. I liked the attention though!
A couple of months later, I was parking my car on the drive of my flat. I live in a converted stables behind a large house, and the driveway leads to a parking area between the two. I look over and see aforementioned guy getting out of his car with another woman and going into the main house. I ask him about it via text and he tells me she's his girlfriend of THREE YEARS! Needless to say, I'm pissed off.
A month later I get a message from him on Facebook - "Guess who's going to be your neightbour next month?" Oh yes, he'd be moving into the main house but him and his gf have split (they're going to stay friends). I tell him to leave me the f*ck alone.
Luckily he does. Since he moved in, I've seen them together a few times. I also got the main house's mail posted through my letter box by accident one day and there was a letter addressed to Mrs. [his surname].
Creep doesn't even cut it - I would SO love to tell his girlfriend/wife the truth...