Men Lie, Unprovoked.
When I think about love and relationships I think about my parents. I put them on a pretty high pedestal and I’m not sure if that’s been detrimental to me or not, but I’m pretty firm in knowing that if I don’t see that kind of love reflected in my relationships, then I don’t want it. One thing I’ve prided myself on is my propensity for truth-telling. Lying is easy, it certainly would save me trouble, but the sleepless nights have never been worth it, so I don’t. That being said, I have the uncanny ability to attract liars in romantic relationships and it is baffling to me.
When I say liars, I mean BIG lies, not the cute white kind that happens when you might be nervous. Not the frivolous ones that don’t even really seem like lies, because you just forgot some minor details. I mean egregious, flagrant, huge lies. It’s fascinating to me what men will lie about, unprovoked. All because their desires are more important to them than your right to say no and walk away from whatever nonsense they have going on. If you haven’t already guessed, there’s a storytime ahead. I’ll change names to protect the innocent, but if you’re wondering if this song is about you go listen to ‘Son of a Gun’ by Janet Jackson. It probably is. :)
Once upon a time, I found myself in the dregs of a dating app that shall remain nameless. Now, I don’t inherently knock dating apps, they work well for introverts like me, but the area I was in highlighted just how terrible the dating pool was. I should have deleted it after the 5th, “My age on here is wrong because I’m looking for older women, I’m mature, give me a chance.” That scenario not only creeps me out but made me feel like I was entirely too old to be playing around on those apps. It’s always right when you’re about to flush a dating app down the drain that a halfway decent match occurs. Enter LK (lying king): tall, dark, kind of handsome, and not a boring conversationalist. A refreshing change for once; we hit off. Eventually exchanged numbers and the rest was history. Now, I’m about to skip the love story, but those details aren’t important right now. Just know we fell hard and fast. What is important, was the lie. The lie that I maintain, ruined my entire outlook on love and relationships because you have to be a sociopath to do what this man did, (with a straight face) not once, BUT TWICE.
Anyway, fast-forward some months and we’re in love. Well, I was at the very least, the jury’s still out on him. In a series of random events in this social media/digital world a woman stumbles across a profile of mine and realizes we have one person in common, him. She reaches out to me and introduces herself as his girlfriend (living in another state, this is important). I am in shock…
…stay tuned.