There are certain things that a woman wants a man to lie about: Do these jeans make me look fat? Don’t you just love my friends? How did you like the meal I just burnt? These little white lies are expected and accepted by women in a relationship. Then there are the lies that are not so little: Are you dating/pursuing/sleeping with anyone else? Is this going anywhere? Do you love me? The answers to these questions, and questions like these, should always be answered truthfully. When push comes to shove, women accept bullshit answers to bullshit questions because they aren’t life altering and, while honesty is (almost) always the best policy, we’re happy that you are sparing our ego on the small stuff.
NEWS FLASH: It is never, I repeat NEVER, OK to lie when we ask about the big stuff. Why, then, do so many men tell us what they think we want to hear rather than just lay all of the cards on the table and shoot with honesty? They’re stupid. George Carlin said it perfectly, “Here’s all you have to know about men and women: women are crazy, men are stupid. And the main reason women are crazy is that men are stupid.” Men, the fastest way to drive a woman crazy is to commit the stupid (and selfish) act of dishonesty.
I point blank asked Mr G-spot if he was dating anyone else, pursuing anyone else or sleeping with anyone else and he answered a resounding “no” on all counts. He also said he hoped I wasn’t dating, pursuing or sleeping with anyone else while we see where this is going. OK, fair enough I thought. Well, I thought wrong! Come to find out, Mr G-Spot is Mr freakin’ liar! He put his online dating profile back up and, while I can’t confirm that he has actually been on dates, I have proof that he has asked at least one woman out AND told her that he is not dating anyone. Um, HELLO! What the hell?!
So, no more refusing dates because “I met someone and want to see where it’s going” Screw that! I’m not going to waste time on a man who is a project and doesn’t want what I want when there are 10 more waiting to take his place! (And no, I’m not exaggerating, I’ve been contacted by 14 men today alone! Go me!) The stilettos are coming back out (in fall colors and closed toes of course. This is autumn in Boston after all) and, now that I’ve found my balls I am going back to playing the field.