An Evil Twin?

So I was dating this guy, who was just a gem. Flowers, dinners, Devil Dogs and a gallon of milk, you name it. Then he invites me to the bar to meet his friends. Aw, I'm touched--get gussied up, walk in feeling quite chuffed. Well. The guy I was dating was nowhere to be found; Rasputin, or possibly our current Vice Prez, had taken his place. Sullen, aloof, sarcastic, and downright rude, barely acknowledging my existence except to ask if I was going to the bar to buy more drinks. After about an hour of this, I was ready to leave. He suddenly became more like his former self, chasing me outside, apologizing up and down for being "distracted" and begging me to stay. Finally, I relented and headed back inside. Hey, we've all had bad nights, right? Maybe it's his own version of PMS. So back inside...nothing changed. In fact, it got worse; openly hitting on other women, using my ass as the punchline to a particularly bad joke...yeah, I'm outta here.

Now five unanswered phone calls later, he honestly doesn't understand what the problem is. I do. You are one psycho schizophrenic, unable to bear the thought that your friends might find out you can actually be a nice guy. And hey, that's fine, but you and your doppleganger are on your own.