When it was still warm in mid September and I was just getting to know JR, we fell into a discussion about the masks people wear and to what extent that is a falsehood. In our dating and even interviewing efforts to appear at our best some of us may present a picture of ourselves deemed socially acceptable. We may even believe that that is truly who we are when in fact we are untrue to ourselves.
So when he asked me what boundaries I had, I had thought about it for a while and declared that I would not be overly upset if I discovered that someone had lied to me about themselves. He had been rather surprised. But it was surely not dissimilar to our wearing a mask. And naturally on a first date we always try to present the very best sides of ourselves. Of course it’s easier simply to be honest and it must reflect more on our insecurity the bigger the lie, but that has less to do with the person being lied to than the person doing the lying. And so it made it easier not to feel betrayed. We were of course talking as people who’d only just met – it had been a first date when we rambled on in search of a quieter pub or one with more seating than clients. We ended up eventually at one at the bottom of Downshire Hill.
A few months later, I was having a similar conversation with Goran. We had been dating since early spring this year and have developed a bond/rapport. I’d always taken everything he’d told me at face value and yet all the same I felt last week as if he hadn’t been completely honest with me over some trivial arrangement we had made which had then been cancelled. Eventually he conceded that he might not have been entirely truthful and I had felt a little disconcerted. And just like that, my warm feelings towards him – and there had been an overload of this recently – have begun to cool. It’s very difficult to continue to be excited about arrangements we might make considering that they’re likely to be postponed or cancelled and I am almost glad that this has happened to remind me that this is not a relationship that has much of a future. And to be fair to him, he has always tried to be honest and I had known from the outset that his loyalties lay primarily with his family. I was merely surprised that he had felt the need to be economical with the verite.
The only reliable constant I have is me and what I do and the choices I make. Whilst it’s exhilarating to lose one’s heart over another, I should be more careful who I lose mine to next time.