A Lie Told Often Becomes the Truth
chapter one
A beautiful woman. All alone at the bar. And without a drink. Long tan legs. Long blonde hair. Short dress. She’s just asking for someone to come over.
I walk over nonchalantly and sit on the stool next to her.
I turn to her.
“How much does a polar bear weigh?”
She looked at me. Puzzled as to why I’d ask her that question.
“Um, a lot.” She replied.
“Enough to break the ice.” I know corny right, but it works.
She giggled.
“I’m Noah.” Lie. But it works to . It sometimes reminds girls of the heartthrob they all love from The Notebook.
“Hi Noah.” She smiled “I’m Erin.”
“Well Erin. I noticed you were sitting here all alone and I thought maybe I’d get you a drink.”
She smiled. “I’d like that.”
From there it all went up. From the taxi. To her apartment. To her bedroom. To me leaving at 3 am.
It was routine.
Every night I’d go out. A different name. A different outfit. A different place. A different person.
My name is Joe. The most common, overused and boring names. I’m a twenty-two year old salesman at a local electronic store. I live in an apartment meant for two by myself. I just haven’t found that other person to share it with yet.
I hate my life, so why not lie.
This is my story. Of my ups and downs. And the truth behind all my lies.
I walk over nonchalantly and sit on the stool next to her.
I turn to her.
“How much does a polar bear weigh?”
She looked at me. Puzzled as to why I’d ask her that question.
“Um, a lot.” She replied.
“Enough to break the ice.” I know corny right, but it works.
She giggled.
“I’m Noah.” Lie. But it works to . It sometimes reminds girls of the heartthrob they all love from The Notebook.
“Hi Noah.” She smiled “I’m Erin.”
“Well Erin. I noticed you were sitting here all alone and I thought maybe I’d get you a drink.”
She smiled. “I’d like that.”
From there it all went up. From the taxi. To her apartment. To her bedroom. To me leaving at 3 am.
It was routine.
Every night I’d go out. A different name. A different outfit. A different place. A different person.
My name is Joe. The most common, overused and boring names. I’m a twenty-two year old salesman at a local electronic store. I live in an apartment meant for two by myself. I just haven’t found that other person to share it with yet.
I hate my life, so why not lie.
This is my story. Of my ups and downs. And the truth behind all my lies.
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hmm i dont no i just kinda came up with itcomments?