Little white lies
TANYA Stephens’ version involved the child she had passed on to her boyfriend as his blood, and her reluctance to hurt him by telling him the truth of the child’s parentage.
For many women, the little lies are just a part of the relationship, mixed in with the truth, because, well, many men can’t handle the truth. So we fib a bit when they ask how the loving was, when they ask where we were, and when they ask whether we still think of our exes. Last week we asked you to share your bit with us and here are your stories.
My boyfriend has this one pair of lime green pants which I hate, which he says are his lucky pants, because he was wearing it the night he met me. The truth is, the night we met I saw this idiot wearing these skin tight green pants, walking beside a hot looking guy who I instantly had a crush on. They both sat beside my friend and I, and try as I might, I couldn’t attract the hot guy’s attention. So instead I turned to his friend – who is now my boyfriend – to try to get information about him. To cut a long story short, I realised that despite the pants this guy was pretty nice and funny. We started dating soon after, but I still don’t have the heart to tell him how ridiculous he looks in the pants.
-Kellie
I was dating this guy who had a girlfriend who he always said he was going to break up with. Well he didn’t, and after a year I was tired of sharing. I told him I was pregnant and he left her. A few weeks later I told him that I’d lost the baby.
-ME
My boyfriend is always asking me if I have more fun with him, or did with my last boyfriend. I can’t tell him that my last boyfriend was incredibly handsome, smart and well-endowed, so each time he asks I just lie and tell him that he’s the best lover and provider I ever had.
-Nordia
I told my obese friend that his weight didn’t matter to me. He is trying to become my boyfriend, but I keep telling him that I’m not ready for a boyfriend yet, but once I am, he will be first on my list. The thing is, I’d NEVER date him in a million years and I don’t know how to tell him the truth without hurting him.
-JC
I hate sports in general, but my fiancé is a fanatic about any kind of sports. When we met, I pretended to LOVE sports and that’s what attracted him to me. So I’ve been sitting there cheering along with him, and he thinks he has the perfect wife-to-be. Well, especially now that the awful cricket is on, my life is much more difficult, because I have to pretend to care. I’m afraid that he will never marry me if he finds out that I really hate sports.
-DW
The scent of romance
Chanel No 5 may be the most romanticised perfume out there, immortalised in film and romance novels, as the scent of choice for the sexy vixen who has men clamouring at her feet for attention.
On the male front it’s Old Spice, still the scent of choice for many men who want to be remembered. While your personal choice may differ, fact is, the perfume you choose is your signature, the thing that many a suitor will remember you by. So what’s your signature scent? Do you have any special stories about the power of perfume – that scent of a lover lost that you’ll always remember; or that scent that drives you wild with passion each time you smell it on your pillow? Share your stories at allwomanjaobs@yahoo.com.
