Many years ago when I was a teenager, I had a very good friend who had, shall we say, a wild night of indiscretion with a guy she had just met. Now, through a string of incidences I am not going to get into, we discovered that the young man in question had lied to her. This in itself is no big surprise. It happens all the time. But the main thing he lied to her about was his name. Yes, his name. Say his real name was Harvey Wallbanger. He told her his name was Jack Daniels. Now, this guy was in the Air Forced and stationed at the base in my home town. The assumption, of course, is that he did this so she wouldnt be able to find him the next day. I tracked his happy ass down (my father was rather high up on the base, and I was pretty talented at this sort of thing) and confronted him on her behalf. He was, expectedly, not even a little chagrined, and just sort of laughed it off. I was incensed. Aside from being pretty low, I didnt see how he thought it would work. It was a small base, and a small town. Not to mention the ease with which such a ruse could be blown away with one tiny slip. I picture the bit with Homer Simpson and the FBI guys, when they are tryin to get him used to his new identity. whispering-“I think he’s talking to you.”
Lying to get sex is nothing new.
"Honest baby. I love you.’
“Don’t worry, I’m sterile.”
“I’ve never felt like this about anyone before.”
But to lie about your NAME?? So, now I am asking. Have any of you ever lied about something so basic as this?
There was a time when, if it would have been the deciding factor, I would have done it.
Once, my roommate was out of town, and I told a toothsome wench that his room was mine. Why? Because it was clean, whereas my room was a sty to a degree so disgusting that vermin would not be caught dead in it. What was weirder was that she asked me if one of the pictures on the wall was of my parents, and I told her no, it was a picture of my roommates parents. When asked why I had it, I said that they were nice people and she let it drop.
Later of course, she found out the truth but didn’t seem to mind much. She was an even bigger slob than me.
These days, I still might have the urge to lie in order to get sex, but I wouldn’t. Man, becoming a nice person has sure screwed up my priorities.
I’ve lied about my name before (loooong time ago.) It probably isn’t as big of a deal as it is when a man does it though. A man lying to a woman to get sex is wrong but a woman lying to a man to get sex isn’t… it’s just another double standard. Kind of like the double standard taht men who sleep with lots of women are studs and women who sleep with lots of men are sluts. Women are (supposedly) more emotionally attached when sex is involved so it’s more hurtful to them to be lied to and to feel used. I’m not one of those women and I know that those are awful stereotypes but that’s the way some people think.
Should he have lied to her, probably not. Hindsight’s 20/20. But, had he been honest with her and said that he just wanted to have sex with her and never see her again, she more than likely wouldn’t have had sex with him.
So his name wasn’t on his uniform & she didn’t ask to see his license or anything other ID or ask his friends about there friend ‘Jack?’…One really should try to verify information before having sex.
I think I’d be more than a little put off if a woman insisted on seeing my ID before having sex. That’s just strange. Especially if she said she just wanted to see if I was giving my real name.
I used to work with two guys at an amusement park, and they’d always “forget” their name badges and grab random ones. They said that way when they scammed on chicks they couldn’t later be identified. What a couple of princes. They also had a rating system for women which included how far away the woman lived, further away being more desirable. Perhaps they were worried that their girlfriends would run into them if the women in question lived closer.
