Crack Douche

I met this guy on match.com in May 2012.  We talked for about 2 weeks before we met in person and when we did meet, there was instant chemistry.  We started spending almost every day together.  He was "in between jobs" as a chef and was going to be starting a new job at a restaurant that had just undergone a major renovation after new owners took over.  I was in heaven because this was my first real relationship after having ended an engagement to someone in 2009 who I had been with me almost 7 years.  I never thought I'd find love and then here came this guy.

One night, I was over his house, I was going to spend the night and go to work from there the next day.  I awake at about 12 to find him bent over looking through something on my side of the bed.  I ask him what he's doing and he says, "where are your car keys?  I think I left my wallet in your car when we went out earlier and I need to get it so you don't drive off with it in to morning."  So I gave him my keys.  Quite some time goes by.  He never comes to bed.  At 3 I call his cell and he says he couldn't sleep so he's out on the porch getting air. 5,6,7 am comes and he never came to bed so I get up to get ready for work.  I go downstairs, he's not there.  I go outside and my car is GONE.  I try calling him, goes to voicemail. 

 I call my parents and they say there's nothing to do except call the police.  The police arrive and apparently they've had run ins with this guy before, the one officer arrested him months earlier in his own driveway for being high on crack while driving.  They come in the house with me and find crack in the bathroom.  Luckily, since they know his record, I'm not arrested. They say he's a known druggie and he probably took my car on a run.  Can I add that I never saw one inkling of him having a drug problem???  They tell me to check my wallet.  Lo and behold, all my cash was gone- this is what he was doing when he was bent over next to the bed- emptying my wallet.

Long story short, he eventually came back with my car around 3 that afternoon.  He blew out one of the tires, ripped holes in the front seats and put over 150 miles on the car- mind you, this was a leased car that I had for only a month at that point.  He was arrested in the driveway.  He spent the night in jail and the next day he called me and says he didn't do any of this to hurt me...really?  I ended up having to spend over $1000 of my own money to repair my car.  He went to jail for 6 months and has now been in rehab since.  He should be getting out soon and per the courts, he has to pay me back as part of his probation sentence.  I have an order of protection against him for the next 5 years. 

 Here I am, almost 2 years later wondering where the good guys are.  I guess you could say, I dated that douche.