I never met someone who liked someone who is dishonest. People want honesty. Gimme, gimme, gimme tha truth, nothing but the truth! So it seems, right?
I’m not talking about sharing this “authentic vulnerability” shit where you carefully curate and manufacture a story to generate oohs and aahs. I’m talking about the hard pills to swallow, the this-changes-everything moments, the conversations that require deodorant afterwards (I can recommend Axe Dark Temptation for our perspiring gentlemen and Fa Pink Passion for our sweaty ladies).
Contrary to what people say, a lot of people can’t handle the naked truth. Honesty is raw. Honesty is brutal. It does not matter if it’s delivered in a direct, indirect, soft or hard way. The fact remains that now you know that truth. For example, when doing this 69 Dates concept, it’s obvious that I’m meeting different girls. Apparently being open and honest about this is a reason for rejection (cheers to that! Seven times so far.). I mean, I expect singles to walk around the meat market from time to time, each at his/her own pace. Sounds pretty normal to me. Being secretive and maintaining a manipulative bubble of you’re special and the only one in my life, is however not too much to handle. Come on, are we really that naive to think we’re the only centre in their universe? Do we really (want to) believe this eyebrow-raising stuff? It’s so absurd to me.
Another example, finding out he/she banged 69 people (69,5 if you count the midget). Everything is going fine between you two, all is perfect and then boom, this single piece of information. Can you handle honesty?
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