Dream On! My Would-Be Romeo Thought He Could Live in My Apartment at My Expense I’ve always been lucky to have a clear sense of purpose. By the age of 25, I’d saved up enough to buy my own flat—no help from Mum or Dad, no handouts from relatives, just my own hard work. When I fell for a guy, I was naive enough to tell him about my place. Still, I made it clear I didn’t plan to move in with him; he’d have to find us a place to rent together, while I’d let mine out and we could save for a car. He agreed, assuring me he’d save up soon and we’d move in together. Six months later, he showed up at my door with a suitcase, saying he’d lost his job and was broke. He asked if he could crash at mine for a while. Good thing he’s got his own parents! No way was I letting that happen. I could see through his excuse—just a ploy to freeload off me. So, I ended the relationship right then and there.

As if! My would-be suitor thought he could move into my flat and live off my hard-earned pennies.

Ive always counted myself lucky to be one of those people who actually stick to their goals. By the grand old age of 25, Id managed to save up enough to buy my own placeon my own, mind you. No help from mum or dad, not even a distant cousin tossing in a fiver at Christmas. It was all me.

And then, of course, I went and fell for a chap. Silly me, I told him I had my own flat, practically handed him a gold-plated key. But I made it abundantly clear: I wasnt about to move into his place, so his mission was to find us a place to rent together, while Id let mine out to put something away for a new car.

He nodded and agreed, promised hed scrape together enough to sort out a flat soon enough so we could build our little love nest. Six months later, he turns up at my door, suitcase in hand, looking like a bad day at the Job Centre. Says hes lost his job and is brassic.

He asks if he can stay at mine just for a bit. Thankfully, hes got parents, so he wont be sleeping in Hyde Park. No, I didnt let him move in. I could spot a freeloader a mile away, and honestly, that whole sob story was just a ploy to get a free ride. Needless to say, I called it off.