About 2 years ago I was dating this guy. he was my first real love, extremely charming and I was a bit in awe of him to be honest. He was a screenplay writer so worked from home.
we went on little dates here and there to local pubs etc. I then noticed that we would do "rounds". Me a lemonade (I dont drink) to his pint. so £3 vs £1. But when he had drank his round he would say "your turn" and I would always just pay for the next round.
when at my house he would make fun of my (kenco) coffee and ask when i was getting real coffee as he liked douwe egberts. For some unknown reason out I went and bought him a jar.
He would ask for food at mine with no shame, "so are you cooking a bacon sandwich then?" yet never offer money for anything.
He repeatedly said he wanted to go on a "big night out" with me in the nearest city. Im not really a night out person so put it off as long as possible before finally agreeing. He went on all week about how he couldnt wait and he was going to go all out and wear his red (!!!) chinos with a shirt. So on the day we meet up at a bar in our village and have a drink. He then spills his pint all over his horrific red trousers. So he gets a taxi home, changes and comes back to meet me.
We get on the train into the city and both pay for our own tickets separately. We then go for a nice dinner and he orders his meal, side orders and desert and 2 beers with his meal. Bill comes and he sits and waits, no shame in him. He then says "i just need to go to the toilet, can you get the bill and I will sort it with you afterwards".
. Afterwards didnt come obviously. We went outside and for a quick drink before he suddenly said "thanks for that, I will get next times, I had to spend all my cash on the taxi!".
The taxi was £11 maximum. So that means he would have only brought £11 out for his meal. I was pissed off at this point, went very cold and suggested we just go home. Didnt text him all that night and had no intention of contacting him again.
The next day he sends a message saying "do you want to go for a drink? I have money this time, i promise".
Absolute CF!!!!
Later found out that while dating me he still lived with his fiance, 7 year old son and was an unemployed writer. I had been to his house previously and they had separate bedrooms so there was no trace of her to me. Turns out his father had died 2 years earlier and he had convinced her he had depression and needed his own room and "space to clear his head". His poor fiancee had been paying for everything and doing all child care while working and studying at uni. He was "too balls deep in women depressed" to work or function properly. She found out about one of his affairs (I believe the one with me) and moved back to ireland (where she was from originally). He obviously skulked after her - he knew where the money was coming from!!