This place is the WORST

I've never met anyone like this guy. A friend of a friend put me in touch with him, so I figured he'd be good people. I'm pretty sure he needs medication. Dave, the asshole, has made Jess and I feel so incredibly uncomfortable in his great big house. Desperately trying to be nice, and despite his need to be a complete prick, I offered to cook the house dinner last night. He said that he had plans to go to a bar with friends, or some shit like that, but made no effort to invite us along. That was fine by us, so we made plans to have dinner with a couple of friends in the city. As we were leaving, I heard him in the next room doing some major shit talking. Saying that we were taking advantage of him, and he's been nothing but nice, and we were going to cook dinner and then we bailed... Ha! As I started walking toward him, he slammed the door in my face. Good stuff. Way to be a gracious host man. I suppose the first flag should've popped when, after literally 2 seconds, he pulled Jess and I into the kitchen to show us the "house rules." "You have to do one thing for the house every day," "a shower lasts 5 minutes, not 25," etc. I'm all for someone laying down some rules when it's their home, but to usher you into them when you walk in the door is just bad manners. Anyway, to make it short, I'll just say that we weren't surprised when he locked us out last night. Luckily, the sweet girl downstairs got out of bed to let us in. We're packing up now, and are creeping out early, hopefully without having to run into him downstairs. Back to Mundy's!