Liar, Liar

So i just read this girls blog and she had asked for people to explain the biggest lies they have ever told. I found this intriguing and made my memory do a little jaunt.
As you well know, i have a f ing horrible memory but i can recall some, i think.

The one that sticks out in my head the most-the terrible lie i told to my boyfriend at the time, Blake. Scenerio: i am living in NYC for the summer, he in D.C., we were having the long distance relationship that would soon come to an end when we joined back for fall semester in Stillwater (now known as Springwater due to gramps recent donation), to move in together. We were in a serious relationship, very honest with one another, best friends for 10 years. As you also know by now, i stay friends with all my ex's. This is not something that goes over well with a current beau. So my ex from hs arrives in NYC for a quick trip, on his way to Europe. I think its a grand idea to meet up with him, spend the day perhaps, call in sick to my internship. I then proceed to explain to Blake that i had left my cell at my apartment. He calls numerous times, worried of course b/c i didn't make it into work. After my Manhattan rendezvous with the ex i figure its time to make the call to Blake and lie, explaining my phone was left at home. Not realizing that he had already called there. Caught in lie #1. Well so my next move blew up in my face. After Blake and i had a raging fight i proceed to email my sister and tell her what i had done, a guilty plea to make myself feel a little better. Well my sister replies to my email with the most wonderful words about Blake and what a wonderful best friend and boyfriend he is to me, etc. etc. I immediately think its a great idea to forward the sweet compliments to Blake. As we all know, when you forward an email the previous communication is all linked. So in turn, Blake gets my entire confession of my Manhattan rendezvous with the ex. When i figure out what i had done, immediately, i flip out. I won't call him back now b/c i am petrified as to what will come next. I ignore the poor guy until fear overcomes me and i call him to duke it out. I decide another lie to cover it all up is not possible. I spill the truth, that he had already heard and his reply was this, "baby its ok, i am not mad anymore, i am mad you lied." I apologize and we make up. Followed by a unforgetable visit to D.C.

What a liar I am. Never made a dumb email mistake like that again.

Next post: D.C. adventure, Europe train