“My” Very Bad Lying Man: An Un-Love Story
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:
December 2009. The thin line – cleavage, even – between vulnerability as strength and just out-and-out stupidity.
Here are the breadcrumbs. Bits of the Very Bad Lying Man fell into these posts while the un-love story was happening:
August 2009. Vacation. Day 1. I am THAT Scene in When Harry Met Sally, but It Is Real. And Better.
August 2009. On Being a Needy Girlfriend and What IT SHOULD Teach You
August 2009. When Tough Love Turns Poetic. In a blood, guts, and broken-ego kinda way.
September 2009. On Harm, Healing, Ceilings and How Absent Apologies are the Pits – The Sorry Series, #1
September 2009. How To Receive an Apology. How To Accept an Apology. How To Forgive. Or Maybe Not. – The Sorry Series, #4
December 2009. ask and ye shall…well just ask, anyways.
January 2010. I am the female Bluebeard of suburban Vancouver and I am running out of closet space.
February 2010. Love is a Compass.
February 2010. sexifesto
March 2010. butterflies are a drug and I’m in rehab
March 2010. hearsay brilliance: “Only go when the light is green”
[...] note is part of a series outlining the story of the Very Bad Lying Man, a few months after the [...]
[...] If you want to know more about the Very Bad Lying Man, here are the breadcrumbs. Bits of the Very Bad Lying Man fell into these posts while the un-love [...]
[...] the apology I was waiting for was from the Very Bad Lying Man, but this essay is part of The Sorry Series – How To Apologize, How NOT to Apologize, and the [...]
[...] headlight. There’s so much to that headlight. At the end of my first date with Very Bad Lying Man, I leaned against the grill of my car. We stood close, without kissing while wanting to kiss, for a [...]