I recently met a man that I went out on a few dates with. He was tall, dark, and handsome, not to mention charming and cool. He was the perfect gentleman, opening doors, standing when I stood, and pulling out my chair for me. He was attentive, constantly communicative, and genuinely interested.
Or so I thought.
Jump to today, and he's none of those things. After ending things quite abruptly and harshly...and after a slight bit of online sleuthing, I discover that he's...wait for it...you guessed it...MARRIED. Not as in divorced, separated - like he told me of course - but as in still very much with his wife and visiting relatives this weekend with their son.
The discovery of this knowledge seriously made me sick to my stomach. How is it possible that another man can lie to me with such ease and unconsequence? How is it possible that I can be so absolutely gullible? To my credit, he was super smooth, super confident, and super prepared in his stories, his responses, his actions. How was I to know? How does anyone really know? How's that for realness?
As we all know, I have had my fair share of bloggable dating woes, but this one truly takes the cake. How's that for the realness of dating? So, the next time a man asks why I have some issues trusting men, I am going to show him the lineage of texts that transpired into this madness. And then ask him why I should?
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