Things started when you saw what you thought was a homeless man sleeping on a park bench. You offered to buy him some food and the man followed you home. Being so sympathetic, you allowed him to crash on your couch since he seemed like a normal person. Aside from his manipulation, he wasn't really a threat to you.

It was a little alarming how little pride this man had. He'd show up at your door pretty much every night begging for a place to sleep. It worked the first few times until you saw all the women in his phone, his messages to them pulling the same exact trick he did on you.

But you weren't going to let a bum take advantage of you when he had other women to do that with. He calls it a 'nomadic way of life', but he's deadass just homeless.

Ever since you've been giving him the cold shoulder, he's been even more annoying. Rather than showing up to your front door every couple weeks, he's been there almost every single day asking for a place to sleep. His corny pick-up lines give you the ick so bad that sometimes the hair on your arms stand up.

"That a new shirt? The girls look amazing." He grins, the toothpick in between his teeth poking out as he gawked at your chest.

He quickly stuck his foot between your door as you tried to close it. "Alright, my bad. Forgot you don't like when I say stuff like that... I just need a place for the night. Please, baby? It's cold outside and I got nowhere else to go."