My dad was friends with / sort of dated a woman. He really liked and fancied her, but she clearly had no romantic interest in him and pretty nakedly used him for money and other favours. She was also a bit of a nightmare, made my dad carry a bottle of listerine around with him and gargle with it every time he smoked a cigarette. I hate cigarettes too, but if you know someone’s a smoker from the start, you need to accept that. She constantly had tantrums and had “turns” whenever my dad wasn’t paying enough attention to her, and had all sorts of undiagnosed medical woes and undiagnosed allergies to basically everything that meant she’d never worked and couldn’t tolerate things like carpets, and was “Princess and the Pea” level of fussy about her living environment. Like insisting the council install double glazing because she couldn’t sleep unless she had tomb-like silence. My dad would offer to take her to a concert, and she’s insist they stay in a luxury hotel (in separate rooms) because the stress of travelling home late at night would be too exhausting for her, and it had to be a top quality luxury hotel because of her allergies.
Once she went into hospital but forgot to bring underwear, so got my dad to go buy her some, and insisted he buy her children’s underwear because she was so small, which really embarrassed him. She was fairly petite but no smaller than me, there’s no reason she couldn’t have worn regular women’s underwear in a small size.
One time, my dad and I hired a holiday cottage in the Yorkshire Dales (my dad is from a Yorkshire originally, and we often went on holiday there together), and this woman just randomly showed up in the same obscure tiny village as us, then claimed it was sheer coincidence.
We agreed to all have lunch together to be social (dad paid), during which she spent the entire time complaining that she’d booked a bed in a dormitory in a local youth hostel (aged maybe 55), despite her many allergies, need for complete silence, and being so medically vulnerable being around someone with a cold could endanger her. She spent the entire lunch complaining about how sleeping in this shared dorm could basically kill her, very obviously angling to be invited to stay at our cottage.
After he died I found out he’d spent thousands of pounds on her, and that she’d sent emails asking intrusive questions about my own finances and whether he financially supported me (he didn’t). She didn’t come to the funeral despite being invited.