Once upon a time, there was a liar. Her name was Amy, and she told a big whopper to the man of her dreams. She didn't even think of whether she should lie or not; it just came out without a flinch. The lie popped right out!
She kept it for close to two years after the deceitful day...until one evening, a chance run-in with Amy's father in a bar revealed her lie.
Can you even imagine? Yep, this is my life, true story in all its glory.
Here's how it happened.
One day, I was sitting at a temp job, minding my own business, answering a few hundred phone lines at an oil company (back in the switchboard days — I am that old!).
Suddenly, what do my eyes see coming off the elevator, just on the other side of the glass doors? A man in an olive suit, green eyes to match, and dark hair.
I was immediately smitten. My first thought was, "I'm going to marry that man." That was immediately followed by, "You have lost your mind!"
I didn't really think about that part for a long time after. Luckily for this girl, the clients he was there to see were in no hurry. The man with the green eyes waited and waited and waited in the room with me. Naturally, we started chatting. I don't even have a clue what we talked about. I remember only one thing: the question that brought forth the lie. Eeek!
He asked, "How old are you?"
I said, "22."
He simply smiled. The convo went on until eventually, his client came to get him.
Um...I was really 19, and he was 27. Uh oh!
A couple of days later, I received a phone call from the green-eyed man. He was asking me to go out on a date. Duh, of course I went! Things progressed quickly, and within just a few days we were together pretty much every single day. Boy, that makes it sound like we lived happily ever after. Ha, far from it! But that's a story for another time!
Almost two years later...
We were at a club with friends. The place was packed and the music was blaring. I was sitting in a chair at the bar minding my own business when a man came up behind me and asked in a rather rude and grumpy tone, "Hand over your fake ID."
My spine stiffened. I knew that voice! It was my father, who was an attorney. I didn't have a fake ID. I tried to explain this to him and boy, he did not believe me. Our voices got a little elevated.
My green-eyed boyfriend, who had not met my father at this point, came over to see what was happening. Yes, this was how he met my dad. How embarrassing!
Anyway, my boyfriend was able to back me up. My dad thought he was lying, too, but he really wasn't.
You see, when we arrived at the club, there was a very long line to get in. I made sure that we only went to clubs where I knew the bouncers. I had to; remember, I lied about my age.
This night was no different except that there was a policeman standing behind the bouncer. At this point, my "forgotten ID story" was starting to lose credibility with the boyfriend.
So I told him, "Go in, get your hand stamped, then come back out and give me your ID."
Now, you have to understand my boyfriend (who's now my husband) is a RULE FOLLOWER DELUXE. He was not happy with me, but he did as I asked anyway.
I returned to the line and showed my friend the bouncer a guy's ID with a cop standing behind him. Miraculously, I got right in. Whew! See? I really did not have a fake ID!
I'm not sure I should have shared this story at this point in my life. But I did promise to keep it real, and this is about as real as it gets. But hey, I got the man in the end! Whoop!