bad pennies

Talking to my cutey pie pastry chef tonight (had two dates so far, one of which was last Sunday when he came up for a bbq), and he's telling me about the family barbecue that he went to on Monday. He had mentioned before that his family are all law-affiliated in some way; policemen, judges, military, etc. So he mentions that his cousin's douche canoe bf would probably be there and how he's always sucking up to the family and acting like such a kiss-ass. Oh and his name is Ryan, he's RPD.
"Ryan F....?" I ask. "ummm... maybe.. really tall kid, goofy looking", he says, "been dating my cousin about 6 months now". "REALLY... well if it's the tall, goofy looking Ryan I know from RPD, I've been out with him and that was LESS than 6 months ago."
I whip out my phone and show him a pic. What do ya know... it's the same officer that brought me my coffee (see earlier post). Nice.
Continuing on... Pastry Chef changes the subject and starts to tell me about how intimidating his grandfather is and how his other cousin was all nervous to introduce her new boyfriend to him. Apparently the kid walks right up to grandpa, sticks out his hand and says "hi I'm A's bf Rick R..." and I stop him right there. "Rick R???? From Seneca Falls?"
He says,"ummm yup, that's him, let me guess you know him too?"
hahahaha yup. I tell him we went out briefly almost two years ago, just a couple of dates until I found out he WAS MARRIED. GRRRRRRRRR

The twist to this story? Pastry Chef asked me to come to this party. Asked me like 5 times if I would come with him... can you imagine?! Run ins with not one but TWO ex-dbags?! Talk about dodging a bullet.