Lies, damn lies and nightclubs

As the graph above shows, people tend to get economical with the truth once they have had their toes dipped in the shark infested waters of dating for a while. They might have started out all bright eyed and bushy tailed, but once the harsh reality of dating sets in, veracity starts to go out the window. This is particularly true in the den of iniquity that is the nightclub! Women soon get sick of wasting their energy on drunk guys chancing their arm or players trying to add to their collection of notches. Ordinary decent guys get tired of getting nowhere with chicks unless they have a certain social standing or drive a certain car.

So what do they do? Well, guys suddenly become BMW driving doctors or pilots (or occasionally firemen, cops, lifeguards, matadors etc. depending on the circumstances!) and women concoct lies to amuse and protect themselves from the spoofers. Before you know it, you're in a vicious circle and everyone is drowning in a sea of bullshit!

I have a personal policy of treating everything I hear in a pub or nightclub as crap until proven otherwise! I was out once with my wing commander when we met 2 ladies purporting to be sisters. One claimed to be called Marie and the other Ann-Marie! Having smelt a rat, I said that either their mother had no imagination or they were full of it! Which do you think was the case?!