A Special Note

So there's this girl I dated a couple of times, and she's a pathological liar. I didn't realize this at first, but eventually her statements and claims started getting paradoxical, which is to say that they were nonsense. One week she'd have bought herself an expensive ring for no apparent reason (or so she said), the next week she needed several thousand dollars to fix the latest car that she'd wrecked. Her mother died at one point; that was traumatic, but if I had to guess, I'd say that her parents are probably both alive, well, and ashamed of her.

Anyway, last weekend she messaged me for the first time in months (she's very rarely online anymore) and claimed the following:

She's going to school up in Alaska; last time we'd talked, she'd claimed to have been registered to go to my school last fall

She's making $50,000 a year as a part-time firefighter (full-time student)

My estimation? It's all nonsense as usual. The moral of the story is, of course, to get to know someone very, very well before you date them. All you hedonists out there can completely disregard this message, as you'll be doing whatever feels right anyway.

Oh, and by the way, that aforementioned attractive young lady in the computer lab? Still attractive, but she's wearing these attrocious little leather boots (like something an Indian wears in a bad Western film) and she appears to have been chewing her nails. I've saved a mental picture of her and eliminated all desire to actually meet her. It's her loss.

Right then, wankers, I'm off. If I'm not back again this time tomorrow, carry on, carry on.