This is a true story: I had, what I considered to be, the esteemed pleasure of interacting with a woman, a few months ago, that I thought was particularly interesting. She was beautiful, intelligent, sensitive and had, what I thought was, a desire to love and be loved.
Throughout the course of us getting to know each other, we went out on a date or two, however, due to our demanding schedules, we mostly talked on the phone. There was one thing about her that triggered my sixth sense--she had this annoying habit of telling all of these sob stories about how the father of her child dogged her out relentlessly. She always ended her pitiful stories with that ill-fated general statement that women of her nature always make: "If I just had the right man in my life, I would love him and everything will be alright."
The mistake she made was in telling me that she was going to go out of town for a funeral for a friend. The red flag was when she said she would be there for a week. I immediately thought to myself, "This is a lying ass woman." why the hell would she need to stay with a "friend" for a week after a funeral? Of course, I began indirectly interrogating her to get the truth.
She finally told me she was really going to go see a guy she used to be in love with but was just a friend--further cross examination style questioning revealed that she had lied once again--she had actually been intimate with this "friend." To make a long story short, my instincts told me to cut her lose.
A few days ago, she calls me up to tell not only had she gotten back with her ex-lover, she was also 8 months pregnant--her second illegitimate child. I laughed my ass off, told her to have a nice, confused life, and politely ended the conversation. What was the point of this whole story? Listen to your instincts--every triffling woman will always use a sob story to shroud her lying, two-timing ways. No, I'm not bitter and I'm not angry--I just felt the need to share. Heheheheheh...