What was the last lie you told? Why did you tell it?
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via Daily Prompt: Pants on Fire.
It is always hard to think of the last “anything” I did. I always refer to the past because I guess my long-term memory is better than my short-term memory.
So let’s go back to summer 2001. I told one of the biggest lies I could remember. At that time, I was 16 years old. I had been seeing an ex boyfriend on and off all that summer but I was also dating around. He wasn’t aware of it.
It was all fun and games until I met someone who my on-again, off-again boyfriend indirectly knew from a mutual friend. I will never forget that night. He had beeped me ( I know, right, I had a beeper) and I called him back only to have him ask about the mutual acquaintance to which I was unaware he really knew about.
I was at my friend, Kristy’s house and she had lived a few doors down from Anthony (the guy I had been casually seeing behind my ex’s back). Coincidentally, Anthony’s neighbor was the mutual friend of his and my ex. Soon after, my ex boyfriend showed up in front of Anthony’s house and told me to walk over from Kristy’s so he could get to the bottom of it.
My ex, Anthony, Kristy, Anthony’s neighbor, my best friend Melissa and I stood in the street as I was confronted about hanging out with Anthony. I told my ex in front of them all,”No, I had not.” Anthony looked at me and said, “Are you kidding me? We have hung out a few times”. I looked at my ex and I looked at Anthony dead in the face, “I have never met this guy in my life. Your friends are lying.” Without a wrinkle, without a smirk, a crack, tear or a wink I stood my ground and insisted that I had never met Anthony in my life and that this was the first time I had even heard of his existence. My ex pressed me for a while about it and I refused to budge.
My ex finally left and the group had dissipated. I walked back to Kristy’s with Melissa and they had to be in awe of the lie that I had told. Whether my ex believed it or not, my response had been so believable because I had believed my tale.
Til this day, I look back and think about that night. I can’t believe the straight face I had telling someone that I had clearly spent time with that I had never met him before in my life. The look on his face in disbelief that I could look him dead in eye and tell him that I did not know him. It is funny now but walking away from that I was so angry that I had been interrogated and caught up in that.
Ah, to be young!