The Serial-Liar

“I won’t be able to take it all…”

Yup…

In the early nineties, I went to the window of my apartment and saw, in the opposite building, someone waving by the window. The distance was great, but I realized that the person waved every time I approached the window. I ended up waving back, and we started a “conversation” by gestures. Since I was already an amateur astronomer, I took my telescope and aimed at her window.

I was a young adult; she was an old teenager. Interesting… She had drawn her phone number in bold numbers on a paper sheet.

I wrote it down.

And I called her.

We were gradually approaching, first by phone, then in person. She moved, but we still kept in touch. Until one day, more than a year later, she came to my house for a visit.

I was alone.

She expressed — with a certain intensity, I must point out — how much she was attracted to me.

And we ended up getting rid of the layers of cotton that separated our skins.

It was at this point when analyzing my forms that she said the subtitle of this article.

“I won’t be able to take it all …”

Wow!!

What a compliment, isn’t it? Any man would love to hear this! Of course, I was very flattered, even more excited than I already was. It was a memorable first time, MAINLY because of this. Maybe I would hardly…