Passenger Eight - Jesus Freak

This one is not technically a passenger as he is not an ex-boyfriend, but an ex-best friend. However, sometimes we need a reminder that a best friend should not be allowed back in our lives either, especially if they are a best friend who was worse than your worst enemy.

I met Passenger Eight shortly after my break up with Passenger Seven and was looking for companionship while I got used to the whole single parent thing. He was interesting and fun to hang around with, even if he did get a bit over involved in his religion and start thinking he was Jesus if he was drunk. Who am I to judge? He may well have been Jesus, just a really drunk one with a child out of wedlock and a problem with pathalogical lying...hmmm...perhaps NOT Jesus then? Especially as if he WERE Jesus, he would not have had to "borrow" money from me to buy beer because he could have turned his water into wine! (By "borrow" I mean claim to borrow and then never ever pay back)

The religious thing didn't really bother me, I'm fairly religious myself and I don't have a problem with people educating me about their religion. I do, however, have issues with people who think they are the Messiah because he's NOT the Messiah, he's a very naughty boy.

I began to suspect our friendship was less a friendship and more having a leech attached when
a. he asked to "borrow" money every time I saw him
b. money mysteriously disappeared from my purse at his house
c. he "borrowed" some DVDs and CDs (6 months later I got a muscular male friend to go and get them back for me)
d. he got into my bank account and cleaned it out
e. he "borrowed" my car to go pick up his pay to pay me back and didn't come back with said car until I threatened to call the police. (The so-called pay was nowhere in evidence on his return) - same day as d.
f. he called me at 3am, drunk, to ask if he could borrow the car again

Unfortunately, if you throw salt on this kind of leech they don't shrivel up and drop off - I know, I tried (I didn't really try this, though I did drench him with a hose once and found that effective at getting him out of my car). I found another method for leech removal though. I moved house (was doing this anyway) and didn't tell him my new address. And when he kindly rang me at 7am and didn't say anything, just played music at me, then came up to me in the street and told me it was him, I changed my phone number and made sure it was unlisted.

No more leech problem!

Interestingly, about 6 months after having no contact at all and avoiding him at all costs, he saw me down the street and came over to ask if I wanted to catch up for coffee. Which just goes to show you that some people CAN NOT TAKE A HINT. (Sorry Buddy, you are on The Bus and there will be no resurrection).