Not me, a mate! but too damn funny!
Predicament.
My first night in Jakarta in 2000 involved being taken to BATS. Couldn't believe how handsome Indonesian chicks thought I was and managed to take home a gorgeous young lady. I "inherited" a nice townhouse from the previous expat. In the morning I was asked for taxi money which I thought was fair enough and being the gentleman that I am had already pulled out RP50,000 (if the taxi fare from airport cost 100, 50 should be enough). Explained to her that I didn't know the number for the taxi so she used my home phone to call one. Then curiously she used my home phone to call herself. That's cool. Would be nice to see her again. Well, for the next 3 years there wasn't a week that she never called me at home. I really liked that townhouse but had to move out once I got engaged (solely because of the stalker).