This is an un-love story.
This is the story of “my” Very Bad Lying Man – the Vancouver (okay, Burnaby) man one who charmed me out of my heart and my money.
I got both back. But it rattled me, and made me question how I evaluate the men in my life.
The answer: not well.
I felt singularly stupid. But that was before.
Before I heard from Another Woman, who was involved with the very same Very Bad Lying Man.
At the same time.
As were many, many, MANY other women.
And oh yes, he’s married.
Here’s the story of the Very Bad Lying Man, a few months after the fact:
Here are the breadcrumbs. Bits of the Very Bad Lying Man fell into these posts while the un-love story was happening:
December 2009. ask and ye shall…well just ask, anyways.
February 2010. Love is a Compass.
February 2010. sexifesto
March 2010. butterflies are a drug and I’m in rehab