Lies of the heart
The lying! Is. Un. Believe. Able. These people lie as easily as breathing. That doesn't mean they do it well. I didn't know many people until now. Didn't know them on what would look like friendly terms. But everything I gathered up until now made me wonder about the actual interpersonal relationships. Namely cheating on their spouses and fucking over close friends. Now I see that they are indeed like sick fucks. On the surface, seemingly nice, squeaky clean people. But in reality, cheating on their mate and able to talk and walk around like people who deserve to be in the daylight of God. They have a mutual admiration society between the 2 of them, in front of everyone, thinking no one would accuse them of anything because they're out in the open. That's what I thought, that's what I thought. Until I became a confidante. I only need a couple of nano second bytes of damming evidence to figure it out. Because that's what I'm good at - pasting together wee bits of information and looking at the big picture. I have an analytical mind, something beyond the capabilities of a seattleite. Being from another country, I number one decided up front not to become intimately involved with anyone. But it didn't stop me from speculating about just how bad a guy could fuck me over. This country, despite it's size, can be a lonely place. This city has a lot of people who are perverts. I keep meeting men who come on to me, then "reveal" that they are not only married but they have a "poly" relationship. These people are not attractive enough to be pulling this off. Sometimes they send the "female" of the 2 in. I've also been approached by women who I at first think are attractive young men from a distance because I don't wear my glasses all the time. Turns out this is seattle so they think it's ok to accost me. Did you know they have a sex research center or something, that's a disgusting sex club really. They brag about it here in the stranger (a periodical made of used toilet paper). I am in a work situation where my "boss" uses every opportunity to put his hands on me. He isn't unattractive, but it repulses me because it's not right. However, his other female employees don't seem to feel that way. His assistant, a woman in her 30's wears outfits like skimpy sundresses in the winter, and yesterday, a black leotard covered by a thin sweater. The sweater was riding up and sitting on top of her ass and exposing her cameltoe. You could see her nipples through her sweater. She's not attractive from the neck up, people. But they dance around bumping each other, whispering together and laughing, hands all over each other. Then there's the great friendship. Then there's the wanting to meet with me alone all the time. Seems a mistake to me - I'm not married. Married men want to cheat with married women, who won't tell because they have something to lose. I'm disgusted. I'm disgusted by this city's people. I always thought sewage ran downhill, but apparently in this country it runs uphill to the northwest corner.