The Colombian seemed pretty normal, had a decent job, lived in the US for many years, etc. He had potential. That is, until he started coming over unannounced, calling at all hours of day and night "to check on me" (two weeks into knowing me), and the ultimate No-No. One day I walked into the room as he was scanning through the Call History on my cell phone. I tried to talk to him about appropriate non-psychotic behavior, pointed out the fact that we only met a very short time ago, expressed my distaste for overly-controlling, jealous men. He listened and apologized.
Next day, when I went to dinner with some friends, he called 3 times in the span of an hour, although I promised to get back to him after I'm done, before I even left my house. I was getting fed up. It's nice to feel that somone cares about your whereabouts, but this was getting to me.
Right around that time, my best friend was coming to visit me for the weekend with her boyfriend. The four of us had great plans for the upcoming two days -- Colombian included. But as him and I sat in my apartment, waiting for my friends to drive in (he showed up 2 hours in advance, for some reason), I suddenly realized that there was only one thing that was threatening to ruin my perfect weekend. The Colombian had to go.
After one hour of resistance, "let's talk about this", and his obvious indignation, I finally managed to get him out of the door. I knew that as much as I didn't want to be the "third wheel", it would be exponentially worse to be part of a couple that had the Colombian in it.
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