Switzerland for life!
I don’t believe in a single truth. I believe that everyone lies, and everything that comes out is a truth with a different shade in lie.
Everything.
I love you, really means “I love you until something better comes along, or until you no longer suit my needs.”
It’s on your desk “It’s not there yet but I’m in the middle of it.”
You’re sweet “You’re a sucker.”
I’d love to, I really would but I’m (busy, have an event, etc etc) “I’m not that bored or desperate yet, thank you come again.”
Although I haven’t heard the first one in a long time, and I do the second one quite a bit, and the the third one I hear way too often.
Let me tell you guys a story, it’s about truth, and what finally pushed me past the point of no return. No one is going to die, no one is going to get hurt. I’m just finally officially putting myself out of the genepool, so only the mylo name is killed off.
I met a girl through a website, I’m not too proud of it but there it lays. She is the embodiment of too good to be true, is probably not. She was gorgous (I think, her pics could be completely fake), but she was funny, brash, and sweet.
She lives in Atlanta, and I obviously NYC. When we talked it was mostly through messenger, and emails. Something didn’t ring right though. Something was telling me she was being too vague in spots. She told me a bit of her ex’s and I thought that it was probably that.
So time passes she was on my myspace page, then she disappeared with it. Then I got an email from her with a different email account. Out of curiosity I checked it from myspace, an account popped up that wasn’t her. It was a her thank god, but not the same girl.
She on the myspace page came from Salem.
More time passes, and the girl I was talking to re-ads me from the same myspace page, but it was now her the same girl. I thought it odd, but didn’t push the issue. After all, I figured if something was up I knew it was going to unravel.
So her original myspace page she had a friend who had a rather……revealing pic. The friend was also in Atlanta.
Today chicagoPerv, sends me a link. It was the friend, I know it was the friend because I never forget a boob. The friend is located in Cape Cod according to that profile.
This is ringing fire alarms through my head now. I decide to investigate.
I took an old email she sent me, and I then ran a search on the IP address it originated from. It came from Verizon, in fucking Boston. To think I even cheered for them in 2004, bastards.
So that’s it. I realized I was played for a sucker, again. Although I had to laugh at the irony, catchmeifyoucan is a screen name of hers.
So I caught her, boobs to the wall.
So if I can right now I would like to continue with an old conversation I had once with Lisa D Aussie (who i know is checking this)
Lisa - You’re so great, if you opened up to other women how you did with me you would have a girlfriend so easy, but you treat women like….
Mylo - Enemy spies, and double agents?
Lisa - Yeah, why is that?
At the time, I was still sort of fresh from a horrible break up. I was playing the field with no success, in an ocean full of no’s and rejections I couldn’t find an island of yes. I answered with “dunno”
Now I have my answer. You wouldn’t give a Nazi spy plans to the manhattan project, because they would turn it around and nuke you. But you would give them fake plans to screw them up.
Like Nazi spies, women, men, everyone in the battlefield of dating will use whatever they can get from you to use against you. Although I couldn’t articulate it back then, I can now, and that’s my answer.
To keep from getting nuked.
