I met a Belgian guy in India who was ever so charming and seemed like the nicest guy in the world! He was in a lot of trouble as his visa was running out and had not made enough money from selling dirty drugs to get his ticket back.

So I, like a fool, came back to England borrowed half the money from a friend and put half of my money in to buy his ticket from Mumbai to Madrid where he lived. He couldn’t go to his embassy in Belgium because no one there could reimberse the ticket.

Everything was great though at that time and I knew I was taking a big risk, but I thought even if he buggered off I would still be able to pay off my friend as I was working in London.

But he didn’t bugger off, he kept on sweet-talking me for 4 months which resulted in an invitation to and live with him in Madrid. Great!

Until my clothes started to go missing(!?)...then my friend had asked me for her share of the money back within two weeks of me being there, so he turned and said “Money what money, I’m not paying anyone I don’t know!”. You can imagine how I felt trying to argue my case in pigeon Spanish. It resulted in me having to tell all to my parents to pay my mate back. Not impressed.

So he kicked me out of his place and accused he of stealing his drugs. I was stranded.

He still owes me 500 euros and I will never know just what it was that he did with my clothes.

Felicity, 22, London

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