We have been going out for the past few months. I met him while sitting at the bar at Washington Platform over on Elm Street. I was waiting for my girlfriend to show up, which she never did. We got to talking and we sort of hit it off.
He bought me dinner that night and since then, we’ve been going out to movies, plays and more dinners. Sometimes we go back to his apartment in Mt. Adams and make love. He is tender and caring and a great lover. He told me he was serious about me – that I was his girl.
I’m not his girl. Two days ago, as I was walking to the bus stop to catch the bus home, I saw him out of the corner of my eye, across the street with his back turned toward me. He was standing there talking to a girl, holding her hand.
I stared for a minute, wondering if he would turn around and see me. When he did turn around, he didn’t look my way. He was busy kissing the girl he was holding hands with.
He’s left voice messages on my machine, but I won’t be returning his phone calls.
Why do men lie to us? When it comes to love, why do they say one thing and do another? I really liked this guy, but will never trust him again.
(Photo from Deviant Art)