If he sounds to good to be true, he is too good to be true...

I ended this little mini-relationship (for lack of a better word) amicably because I am not stupid. This guy knows where I live, where I work, what I drive, etc. Before I realized this, I politely pushed him up against a wall, put my finger in his chest called him a liar, a user, a piece of shit and told him to eff himself. Only I didn't use the word "eff" because that would have been childish. He could not understand why I was so pissed. "But, Crystal, I don't understand. I am telling you I love YOU, not my fianceé, so you should be happy. And that is no way to talk to someone who put his trust in you". Are you effing kidding me, asshole? First of all, I know enough to not trust any guy who starts saying the L word within the first few months of dating. I mean, I know I am easy to fall in love with and all (especially after he's seen my ass), but love and infatuation are two completely different things and when guys get those confused, it never turns out well. Buy a fucking dictionary and figure it out for Pete's sake. Second of all, Brendan probably said all of the same things (i.e., I am not in love with her, I am in love with you, I am not attracted to her, I am attracted to you, My dick is the size of a Tic-Tac) to the girl he started seeing prior to our break up and it killed me that I spent a whole week participating in something that has the potential of hurting someone else like I was hurt a couple of months ago. However, I did wind up ending everything nicely because I don't want any more drama. He's still persuing me. I am halfway tempted to just screw with his heart until it is the consistency of mashed potatoes. I couldn't do that though. Man, it sucks being a nice person sometimes.