Sam

Hubby and I were having a perfectly good time on Saturday night until I bumped into this creep that I used to know. I ran into him at the same place a couple of months ago and it shook me up so bad that time that I felt ill.

He was my real estate agent in '92/93 and forced us into being "friends" with him. He'd invite us over to his house, show us all of his possessions, cook us lavish meals and generally just talk about himself non-stop. He was a very physical/touchy person and it was not unusual for him to give a hug or kiss when we saw each other. So when I was eight months pregnant and he asked for a hug, I gave him one. On this particular occasion, he wouldn't let me go. He began kissing me and wouldn't stop when I asked/told him to. I had to fight the guy off of me.

I hadn't seen him for at least ten years until now. He has a GORGEOUS wife and yet, he had no problem on Saturday telling me how beautiful I was and that I shouldn't worry because his wife was way over on the other side of the room. EWWWWW!

It'd be too soon if it took another ten years for me to see him again.
Here's the house he helped us buy and sell:

A nice little starter home with a huge lot. The bars on the windows should have been a warning sign. They didn't stop thieves from kicking in the back door and stealing all of our most personal possessions. Ahhh....Memories ;)