You're only getting away with it because we want you too

I'm still deciding where exactly this blog should go from post to post. Who will read these posts? Will they enjoy them? Will they be shocked they know me or those I'm writing about? Most of all exactly how mad will they be discovering I'm writing about them? I've thought about sharing links to these stories more publically, but thus far have withheld that notion.

I sit here after a long hard Saturday, no running water in my entire house because of a remodel, preparing a new post. It feels good to put words down though so I guess I will continue sharing.

I remember the moment I learned that men will lie to save their tails and then kiss yours to make up for it.

I was just out of high school and working at the county fair. No! I wasn't a carney! The plan was to meet up with my boyfriend that evening after I finished working and head to the rodeo together. I hadn't heard much from him for a couple of days, but I was busy and he knew it so I really didn't think a lot about it.

When I finished I paged him, old school numerical page. We had a "code." He didn't respond and the start of the rodeo was fast approaching. I gave him the benefit of the doubt thinking he either didn't get the page or was close. After 30 minutes or so I thought I'd give it another chance. The rodeo had started while I was waiting for his page and I still hadn't heard from him. I ventured out into the parking lot contemplating leaving, when I spot his truck.

I'll admit my temper flew. He rarely was without his pager on his pocket, but again before I totally blew off the handle I paged him again, watching and listening for the pager. I didn't see any sign of it and still hadn't heard from him.

I scrounged my pockets for the entry fee into the rodeo. Damned if I was going to miss it now, knowing full well he was already inside.

Sure enough, I found him near the entry gate into the rodeo arena itself. Again, not wanting to be one of "those women" that fly off the handle, create a scene jump to conclusions and whatever else, I tried again to give him the benefit of the doubt. I'm sure the pager he had dangling form his pocket just was not working.

I pulled out the cell to dial and leave him the message and waited. Within 30 seconds he reached down to check the read out. He looked it over placed it back on his pocket and continued to watch the rodeo.

I'm pretty sure steam was boiling and nearly pouring out my ears. But I didn't create a scene at all.

I sat my sexy butt down in the bleachers next to a friend and classmate of mine. The seat just happened to be within low shouting distance to my boyfriend. The classmate knew I was upset and I explained calmly why. He didn't hesitate scouting over a bit closer to me and putting his arm around me as my boyfriend glanced up and realized it was me setting in the bleachers.

I made eye contact with the jerk only once. I put on a pretty good show of watching the rodeo for a while, before I'd had enough and exited the bleachers to head to my car.

I'd made it less than 75 yards off the last step of the bleaches before my boyfriend caught up to me.  It was apparent I was pretty mad and he should have known why, but he asked anyway.

"What's wrong baby?"

"Don't baby me!" I told him I had paged him more than once in the night and never gotten a response. Forget the fact we had plans to meet and head to the rodeo

"I'm sorry, I left the pager in my truck," he tried to tell me. Steam was definitely rolling by this time.

"Don't freaking lie to me ass hole," (yes I called him that to his face) "I watched you check your pager a while ago."

He had at least attempted to appear that he didn't have the pager on his person by taking it off his pocket clip, where he normally kept it. He'd stuffed it into the inside of his pocket instead.

He spent the next week trying to kiss my ass and apologizing for being one. I forgave him.

It probably forgive too much sometimes and I trust a bit too easily. I've been lied to a lot.

I have found emails and texts to other women. One guy wanted me to believe a piece of jewelry, well two pieces, he bought be was quite the expenditure. As in special little rock on my finger. I found it online in a sale as a "promise ring" for less than $80 and if a purchase was made at a certain time a "free pink pearl bracelet" was given for each purchase. The bracelet lasted about a month before the elastic broke and the ring turned my figure black.
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I've heard the line, "it's not you, it's me, let's just be friends." "I'm not ready for a relationship. But we can still have 'fun.'"

One line I've heard that's absolutely not a lie, "You're a great girl you deserve someone great."

I may let most of the lies slip by but no I, and most women, do have the eyes that see right through you guys' bullshit.  You're only getting away with it because we want you too.