Liar liar your pants are on fire!

I knew a girl who worked as a tour leader/guide at Gran Canaries. She had a boyfriend in Sweden and a boyfriend at Gran Canaries. I travelled to Gran Canaries to see her and she invited me to stay together with her in her small apartment. All was well until her boyfriend came down for a surprise visit. I had to move out and sneak into a nearby apartment which I was not allowed to sleep in with only a mattress on the floor. Her boyfriend stayed with her and during they daytime he spent some time with me. I had never met him before and boy was I glad I had not met him before. When we met dark skinned men he always asked if they had hashish. I do not know why he thought dark coloured men would be drug dealers. So very embarrassing. I did not want to spend time with him anymore. One evening I heard from my friend that he Spanish boyfriend knocked on her door when her other boyfriend was in the apartment. She had just a small opening on the door and her Swedish boyfriend got suspicious. Her Canary boyfriend left when she said she was not well. Just in time and she told her Swedish boyfriend some other lie.  When I moved out to make room for her boyfriend I left my suitcase and all my things as I just slept somewhere else. It turned out that her crazy Swedish boyfriend had gone through all my things to look for evidence that his girlfriend was cheating. As you can imagine I do not want to be friends with her anymore. What was that!? It turned out that she had not told her boyfriend that I was staying with and lied about that too. I hate liars and people using drugs. So, you are not surprised if I tell you that I did not see them again. Friendship = over.