That can't be your real name?

He said you seem really nice, we should meet.
He seemed to have all his ducks in a row, polite and never implied anything.
He was a single full time dad of two small children which made me hesitant because my kids are older and very independent. But like I said he seemed to have it all together.
Running a successful company, a full time nanny, a Masters degree in anthropology? OK the last one was a little out there but on my quest to find a male to date and hang out with ( at this point) he seemed normal.
Notice how I keep using the word "seemed?"
He then said his name was Phoenix........I paused," that can't be your real name? "
"Yes" he said and he laughed.... " my last name is Knight."
Come the fuck on.
He was serious so I went with it. I agreed to meet him at his place because he couldn't get a babysitter or maybe because I was lonely and naive. He told me the address, it was about a 30 min. drive...up on snob hill as he described it. I knew the area, very well kept, big houses, reality new subdivision.
I drove out and parked nervously in the driveway and took a deep breath and then said "fuck it". I got out of the car and went to the front door. He greeted me almost immediately. He looked older than in his photos and seemed nervous as well. He invited me in .. now it was a very nice place on the outside but on the inside it was unkempt. He did have small children because the toys were sprawled out everywhere on the floor. There was a dog kennel in the far corner of the living room with a pitbull dog. I suddenly became uneasy. He offered me a drink. I asked for tea, he fumbled threw the cupboards anxiously as I watched him. His cupboards were somewhat bare. In one cupboard there was a bag of sugar, a stuffed bear toy, a small firetruck and what looked like a child's shirt?
 OK red flag moment,  the voice in my head was saying run.....but I wasn't fully listening because I was busy watching him.
I noticed some interesting art up on the walls in the hallway and living area. It was very good, not scenic but not quite abstract. The colors were bright, there were portraits and swirls of color threw out all of them. They looked like pictures of dreamlike states. He says,  '"I did those." I was impressed with his talent. He also had told me previously he was a published poet, which also impressed me.
The real moment of clarity came to me during our conversation about an hour later.....or as I should clarify , his conversation. He had been talking about himself the whole time, not even really looking at me? He never once asked me anything about myself or what I do or anything.
His sentences all started with "I" and the subject matter was starting to scare me.
"I lived on the streets when I was a child because I left home when I was 13. I lived in an abusive environment. I watched my mother shoot my father when I was 6 and then I was taken away from her and put into foster care. I used to have a bad drug addiction,  and I ran with the wrong crowds....ie; a reference to a well known biker gang."
I was in a bad movie......yes,  a very bad movie.
More like an after school special.
I sympathized but it was the way he was explaining it, with no emotion, no change in facial expression....he was the ideal sociopath...emotionless.
I sat listening for about another 20 mins...." oh my look at the time, its getting late."
He turned and looked at me, which scared the shit out of me to be honest and I think he could tell.
" I really have to go, I have work in the morning and its a little bit of a drive home for me."
He got up and he was a big fella. 6'2" to be exact as it stated on his on-line profile.
I sprinted for the front door, he was right behind me. I got the door open and I think I mumbled something like "it was nice to meet you" or something like that. I jumped in my car and I thinking I was pulling away from the house before he had reached the front door to close it.
FUCK!
I felt as if I had just narrowly escaped a bad murder mystery movie.
The next day I Googled him on the computer. No published poet with his name. I looked up anything I could find with anyone with that name.......he didn't exist.