A Pain In The Neck Or Eager For My Company?

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I’m a German, living in the provincial capital of the Mexican state of Veracruz. I sozialise very little, and I like it just fine. A couple of month back I met this Swiss guy, about my age, in the local grocery store. First of all, that in itself was pretty amazing when thinking of probabilities. And I’m having a hell of a time getting rid of him! Let me explain. I invited him to my home/office, but this guy is kind of stuck in the mid-seventies, living in communes, sharing all possessions, stuff like that. And right from the start he followed me around. I want to prepare a coffee for him, he follows me into the kitchen. His eyes dart everywhere to take everything in, he asks questions about the different rooms, is very nosy. But let me point out here that he is not a thief, at least I don’t think so. And from then on he keeps showing up at my place at all times of the day. I tell him that I don’t like it, so at least I get him to a point where he calls first and sees whether I have time. And he’s getting increasingly on my nerves. He calls me ‘friend’, which I am not, and I tell him so. In fact, I tell him to push off, not to come back. But somehow this leeche finds a pretext to call me, I make for example the mistake of lending him a book, which of course hes HAS TO bring back (and to borrow another one.) The drop that brought the glas to overflow is when I tell him about his drinking. Don’t get me wrong, I honestly don’t care if somebody drinks, it’s their business. But I DO care when because of a result of their drinking they get feisty with me, and on top of that in my place. He takes it in and calls me back the next day, complaining about my comments. Heavens, I ended up in a relationship with this weirdo. He is married to a Mexican lady, and he keeps bullsh**ting me about why he can’t give me his house telephone number, since, according to him, his wife works for the government. I’m a mature person, but that doesn’t mean that I don´t know how to bullsh**** myself. And I got finally rid of him, by threatening to find his wife and tell her all about it. Truth Or Fiction?