6-28-06

We've all had that person who lies to us. The one that tells you 'll be together forever, he can't live without you, blah, blah, blah. Eventually, you realize he was full of shit.

What's even worse then the liar-the fact that you fell for the liar. How can you not? He's smooth, he's slick, he's handsome, he's the devil incarnate!

No playing games with this one gents, my Liar was Jerrod. No secret alias, no hidden secrets, Jerrod was his name, and Lying was his game. Or at least, we've come to believe his name was Jerrod. Would you believe he lied about that as well?

Jerrod and I met on-line, and of course, being the schmuck I am, started to fall for the façade of cute pics, and smooth talking phone calls.

We ended up talking for six months. Never meeting, never seeing each other in person. Shitty, I know. But hey, I liked him right? It could work. I could wait at least six months to meet this guy. EHHHHH Wrong again!

I'm sorry, but I'm weak, and couldn't wait. So I broke up with him. Enough with the lies of why he couldn't come see me. I've had it with the smooth talkers line, "Our day will come."

No, it didn't come, and it pissed me off.

Time went on, and I slowly got over Jerrod and his lies. I had moved on, until. . .

A random person on-line had Instant Messaged me saying they knew Jerrod, and he confessed the whole ordeal after a long night of boozing.

Turns out, Jerrod wasn't Jerrod after all. It had all been a game to get this poor kid in Brownsville to fall for an idea. I fell bad. Jerrod Adams turned out to not be Jerrod Adams at all, but some schmuck named Albert Reyes?

Classic, I know. But the fact of the matter is, though Jerrod, or Albert, or whatever his name may be, had lied to me, and I fell for it. It happens. And you grow from it.

The liar might have broken your heart, and might have fed you lines above lines above lines, but it all ends up happening for a reason. Remember, karma's a bitch, so you don't have to be. Just learn from your mistakes and move on.

If you end up catching yourself, and switching places, and you end up being the liar, remember how you felt being lied to, and remember that everything will come back to you.

The moral of the story boys? Simple. Be honest from the get go. It's a better, healthier relationship that way, and Karma doesn't come to bite you in the ass after-wards.