I'm not that vulnerable to cocklodgers right now as I don't really host so they lose interest soon.
It is quite funny seeing the "cocklodger early scope out" though as they ask too many questions about my living set-up and finances, even my family finances.
I met a holiday romance once who looked up my surname on Google and came to the conclusion because I dressed nicely, my family was part of this very successful business who I am totally unconnected to (think a surname like Vanderbilt)! He kept wanting to invite himself over to help with DIY
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But yes they are everywhere and I think many women have run-ins!
They talk love but actually think of women as "vaginas with providers of homes". And they're good at "if you loved me you'd....." kind of emotional manipulation.
I've been good over the last few years at just improving my boundaries and realising that just because I'm dating someone I don't need to "provide a place for them to have sex"?
Cocklodger extreme:
I was young, no job, precarious living situation with leaving abusive family.
A friend was away for the summer and her room in student halls was empty so she very kindly said I could crash there for a bit until I got sorted and got work.
Obviously the fact that I wasn't meant to be there meant I had to be discreet.
My ex - on the way to a good career, good student stipend and family support, had a paid for room with mates. But his flatshare was unfriendly.
He kept insisting he come over and "be allowed to hang out in the room I was in" and would talk very loudly, want to use the kitchen....he would claim he "couldn't emotionally cope out of love for me" otherwise.
Funnily enough, he couldn't cope with meeting in a cafe for a coffee for emotional support - it had to be a personal space I was in.
There was just no consideration for my precarious situation, my friendship, my friend getting thrown out of her room...no self-respect to get a situation sorted for us to spend time together if he wanted it that much. As far as he was concerned I was there to provide hang-out space for him.
We lived together for a year after that and even though I had a very well-paid job for my age, plenty of overtime etc, I dressed in rags most of the time and my shoes had holes in them.
I think the term came from Viz originally but Mumsnet has taken it over.