Yes, that really happened...

I met "The twin" on myspace - before myspace got creepy. Or was it ever not creepy? But I digress. He was absolutely gorgeous. He was exactly what I was looking for - typical guy but with a punk/alternative edge.

He suggested we meet at a local bar to get to know each other. He was a few years older than me, had a tattoo on the inside of his arm (hot!), and he had an identical twin who was extremely close to him. The conversation was amazing and he seemed to actually care what I had to say. When we finally left he walked me to my car and gave me a kiss goodnight. Didn't ask me to go home with him, which was refreshing.

At this point, I put him in the "dateable" category and hoped to see him again. He called a few days later and took me to a movie and then back to his place. It was pretty late and I had been drinking a little, so I decided to spend the night at his place. When we woke up, he was acting kind of weird and was in sort of a hurry to get me out of the house because he had "errands" to do. I thought it was strange but I just shrugged it off.

As I'm walking to my car, a girl pulls up to his driveway and gets out. At that moment, it clicked. I had been the other woman unknowingly. I drove away as quickly as possible and deleted his number. Well, a few days pass and a chick messages me on myspace and asks if I was at the twin's house a few days ago. After I told her I was, she told me that they had been dating for 10 months and were supposed to be serious. She said that she confronted him and he said that I was a friend that stayed in the guest bedroom because I had too much to drink. I told her that I wasn't aware of a guest bedroom and that it's probably a good idea to drop him. Girls have to stick together, right?

Well, after she stopped talking to him he started trying to talk to me again. He said she was young, crazy, and that their relationship wasn't serious. I wanted to believe him, but then I remembered what a cheating douche he was. I bowed out of the situation and told her that I was sorry for causing any grief.

The last I heard she tried to get back together with him, couldn't accept what happened with me, and then printed our entire conversation and left it on his table one day. I've seen him (or maybe it was his twin) a few times at local bars. I need to leave this city.