Not physically yucky, but devious nonetheless
When I was a bitty froshie at college, I had my first "real" boyfriend. (I was a late bloomer) I was in Lurve. Luuuuuuurve, I tell you. He was a twunt and an asshole and I couldn't see it. After many instances of 'borrowing money' and asking/doing gross things in an effort to drive me away, he broke up with me, rather viciously. I was fat, boring, bad in the sack, you get the picture. I was destroyed.

Fast forward 8 years. I'm engaged and finishing nursing school. He gets back in contact with me, "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, why did we ever break up, I love you, etc". We correspond for a while, exchanging hotter and hotter letters. (This was BC-before computers) He proposes a visit-to "reconnect our relationship". Ok, fine.

I had cued in my boyfriend and when Mr. Weedy showed up, he was met at the door with, "Oh and Gary, this is my fiance Jon." He sputtered, was outraged, then pled for mercy and charity. No go.

The look on his face was priceless. Here he was, 500 miles from home in a foreign country, no money, (planning to sponge off me) no place to stay, no friends in town and faced with an evilly grinning me. Paybacks are a bitch. I have never felt so vindicated as right then.
(TDub Nunc id vides, nunc ne vides on, Fri 14 May 2004, 14:17, Reply)