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A Compulsive Liar I Was

6 November, 2011

I was reminiscing to the days of my relationships when I was still in my youth. I discovered whenever I officially turned Boyfriend, the compulsive liar who laid dormant in me for many years arised. Well if it was now, the following are a few of the different possible scenarios.

The Double-Shot Espresso Scenario.

“Muhsen, how old are you?”

There was a 2 second hesitation, enough time to do a quick mental calculation in my head before I drew suspicion. “24!”

“Pity, at a young age and your hair is already dropping.”

“Oh… This was due to an illness I was diagnosed a couple of years ago. I think the doctor said I was contracted with some minor cancerous growth in my head somewhere, which kind of blocked the blood vessels, thus preventing normal hair growth. It’s not terminal or something though. The doctor said it’s removable. Ah, I don’t want to talk about it. Makes me despressed. Let’s change topic. What do you think of compulsive liars?”

“Huh? Erm. I don’t like them. Nobody would, right? Why do you ask?

“Nah-thing!”

The National Identity Complex

“You looked foreign Muhsen. Where are you from?”

“Oh, I’m from Hawaii! Ola!”

She looked at me with an intense, doubtful expression!

“Okay, I’m actually from Korea. Or at least I have Korean blood.”

“Really?”

“Yes I’m serious!”

“Oh my god! I might have guessed it. You DO look a bit of Korean.”

“Well, that’s because I am. Haha.”

“Oh my, I always have a thing for Koreans. I watched Korean dramas. I listened to Korean Pop. I LOVE anything Korean! Quick! Speak something Korean!”

“Uhm. Maybe I shouldn’t. I may make you fall in love with me with a simple chant of my Korean spell.”

“I think you probably have.”

Oh no. I need a one-day Crash Course on how to speak Korean!

This Always Work, Boys

“Muhsen, what are you thinking?”

“Oh, I’m thinking about you honey!”

“Aww.” Hugs.

Damn that girl was cute.

Interrupt

“What do you work as?”

“Oh, I settle publications.” More accurately, I settle publications when they arrived at the bookstore and it was my responsibility to display them.

“Sounds interesting. Wha…”

“What about yourself? What do you work as?”

The Fallacy Effect

“The next sentence I’m going to say is true. Well, I lied.”