So I was complaining to an old friend of mine that moved to Texas.

He's like, well, why don't you come down here?

Okay, I'm going to go there.

Tried a couple different dating apps.

It was getting a little depressing.

We had to move apartment complexes because my floor was collapsing.

And that is how we get to the beginning of maintenance man.

He starts working on the dishwasher, and it was like, oh, he's kind of cute. I don't see a ring on his finger. He's like, hey, I'm on call tonight. Why don't you go ahead and give me a call? Like, put a work order in and I'll come out and hang out with you. And part of my mind was like, hold up, how could you be this cute, my age, single and no kids? What is wrong with you? So it's getting

pretty hot and heavy and the weirdest thing happens. Just the weirdest thing. He like jumps up,

runs to the door, turns around, he's like, I'm so sorry, don't be mad at me, and ran out the door.

And I'm like, what just happened?

Like, everything was a secret. Where's something personal for you? I still to this day,

don't even know his birthday. And what I felt like I was pulling teeth to get out of him was not

100% true at all.

My neighbor that used to live here, she's the one that ratted him out because she's like,

this isn't right. Like he's sitting parked across from your apartment.

And that's where it really, really got crazy. Oh, here we go. And here comes all the neighbors like, oh, no, we've got

your back. Like, we've been watching this going on for months. And I was like, if you know all this,

why haven't you said anything? The more I fought with him to keep him out, the more repercussions

that I had. So he would drive past my job. He would sit in a parking lot,

kitty corner to see when I was leaving. He figured out my schedule. So as the maintenance guy,

he has access to all the keys. All the keys. So now my apartment wasn't even safe because he would

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