Hands Behind Back (Physical Position)Two days ago, I lied about having a boyfriend. I don’t do this, ever. This is one of those things I do not like to do. I do not want to feel like I have to lie about having a boyfriend to get out of an uncomfortable situation. Before I get to this story, here is an example of a situation in which I could have lied about having a boyfriend but I didn’t.

I was in Las Vegas in May, walking around with some of my dearest blogger friends, when we were approached by two men. One guy went right up to a friend of mine; the other went to me. This man stopped me and said, “Can I ask you three questions and you answer honestly?”

“Does this one count?” I deadpanned. He paused. He didn’t get it. So he asked again, ”Can I ask you three questions and you answer honestly?”

When in Vegas, right? “Okay,” I said.

“One. Do you have a boyfriend?”

Really? “No,” I said.

Immediately he got right up into my face. “Two. Do you find me attractive?”

Without hesitation I said, “No.”

That got him to step back. “No?”


“But it’s my birthday.”

And then, because I’m too polite, I actually felt bad for the guy, and wanted to apologize, even though he was the one who invaded my personal space. I asked to see his ID for proof, as if that even mattered, as if it even mattered if he was lying about his stupid birthday. I think that was my way of apologizing, somehow. He showed it to me for about two seconds. “Look,” I said, “It’s not very attractive when a man gets in front of your face and demands to know if you think he’s attractive.”

“It’s fine. I was just asking.”

“What would have happened if I said yes?”

My friend answered that one for me. I guess her guy was more attractive than mine. Turns out, if you say “yes,” the third question is, “What do I have to do to get you to kiss me?” Charming, right?

They eventually walked off, pretty soon after I made it clear that I wasn’t kissing anyone, and the whole event felt kinda weird and icky. “Why didn’t you just tell him you had a boyfriend?” people ask when they hear this story.

“Because I shouldn’t have to do that,” I explain. “Because I should be able to be strong enough on my own and don’t have to pretend to have a man to provide some sort of imaginary, invisible protection. I don’t have a boyfriend and I don’t feel I have to lie about that.”

But two days ago, I did.

There’s a liquor store down the block from me, so yeah, I pop in there pretty often. And not just for liquor. They sell Diet Coke by the can for seventy-five cents. That’s just good business. Because I’m nearby and because I’m in there a lot, the guys who work there have started to recognize my face. They’ve always been nice, helpful guys so it seemed like a bonus to be recognized as a frequent customer.

Once, one of the men working there — and the only one on shift at that time — completely threw me off when he asked me, “Do you live down the street?” I paused. “What?”

“Do you live a few houses down?” Now. I’ve gone over this before. I feel, like many other women, that I suffer from over-politeness/unnecessary apology syndrome. I’ve been breaking out of this (see the above Vegas story). But once in a while, I don’t think fast enough, and out of fear of hurting someone’s feelings or causing someone to get angry and call me a bitch (not like that matters at all, which I realize, but is part of the whole syndrome), I answered this man with, “Oh, I live very, very far down, a few blocks down.” I didn’t need to do that. I didn’t need to say anything. But because I go there so often and because it seemed like he had an idea of where I lived, I chose to give a half-truth.

“I saw you go into a house right down this street.”

Okay, that was fucking creepy. “No,” I said. “That’s my friend’s house.”


“Yes. I go there a lot.”

And that was the end of it. I remember thinking, Damn, I wish I’d specified the gender of this imaginary friend. I wish I’d said “he” and “his.”

I’m now going to get to the boyfriend lie thing.

Two days ago, that same guy was working there, but he wasn’t alone, there was one other guy working the counter with him. Everyone was friendly and nice and then one of them (the non creepy one) said, “That guy you’re always in here with, is he your boyfriend or your roommate?”

Immediately I decided that this was not when I wanted to tell the truth. I wanted to lie. Full-on lie.

“He is my boyfriend. I stay over there all the time, so I guess he’s my roommate too!”

Yup, I went for both. Boyfriend and roommate. The guy who asked laughed good-naturedly. But the creepy guy … that wasn’t good enough for him.

“I saw you go into a house two houses down from here,” the creepy guy said.

This really, really bothered me. He knew exactly where I lived, and the way he shared this information did not feel like a fun, conversational “howdy-ho neighborino!” Ned Flanders exchange. This felt weird and I didn’t like it.

“That’s where my boyfriend lives. I stay with him all the time. It’s my boyfriend’s place.”

The bastard wouldn’t let it go. “Your boyfriend?”

“Yes. We live close enough so I am with him all the time. It’s his place. His.” And that’s it, I was fucking done with the conversation.

Now, as for the guy they’re asking about. Not like it matters to the story, but we’re dating. We hang out a lot. Is he my boyfriend? No. Is he my roommate? No. Want to guess what I did as soon as I hurridly walked home?

I texted him, “From now on, whenever we are in [name of store here] you are my boyfriend, we live together, and you have a gun.” I told him the whole story.

“Got it,” he said.

So, because of some weird dude at a liquor store, I felt like I needed to make up a boyfriend. I don’t know if I can go in there again. And unfortunately, for the owner and for me, it’s a good liquor store. Very upscale, huge wine collection, up until now great employees, and they also sell those night-late essentials like toilet paper, and also Advil and coconut water AKA my hangover kit. But I feel like I can’t go back in there without my fake boyfriend. I feel like we have to go in there, arm in arm, talking very loudly about how much in love we are, how I’m moving in, and how he’s a very jealous man with a baseball bat in his car. I wish they sold condoms behind the counter so that we could go up there and I could say, “May I please have a box of condoms, for me and my boyfriend, who is standing right here, for us to use when we have sex? We have sex. Because we’re boyfriend and girlfriend. We’re going to go home to his house and have sex. My boyfriend is going to have sex with me after this. So we’d like to buy some condoms, please, shopkeep.”

I don’t even know if that would deter this creepy guy. I have no idea what he’s thinking. I’m not seriously concerned for my personal safety. I don’t think I am in danger. I think this guy thought I was pretty or whatever and doesn’t know how to talk to women and doesn’t realize that he’s fucking creepy. Or maybe I’m making excuses for him because of the syndrome.

What I know for sure is that I wish I didn’t feel the need to lie. I wish I didn’t feel uncomfortable about the idea of going back there alone. And I really wish this creepy guy didn’t know where I live.

Goddamnit I need a drink.


This post originally appeared on The Frisky. Republished with permission.

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  • Nicoline

    I really do have a boyfriend and when men approach me I usually just smiles and keep it moving ( I know, thats , if their persistent I say Im in a rush but if they really wont leave me alone I say I have a boyfriend.

    Recently though Ive found that me having a boyfriend means nothing. I tell them I have a BF and they say “Well I have a GF” or “Sh*t Im married, what they don’t know wont hurt” or “I bet your man cant do you like I can (or something along those lines)”.

  • MimiLuvs

    Yes, I have lied about having a boyfriend.
    But, it was in those instances where a persistent (although well meaning) acquaintence-slash-match maker tries to hook me up with a guy.
    In regards to the men that try to get my interest, they usually ‘fall back’ when they see the engagement ring on my finger. Even though it is a ring that represents a relationship that ended four years ago, it does ward off men.
    But, every once in a while, there is that certain guy that refuses to acknowledge the ring or the fact that I am in a committed relationship.
    He’ll come up with rebuttals to my declarations, as if he believes that he is witty. Then, they usually say “We can be friends…”
    I always cut them off at that point by saying, “You don’t want to be my friend. Trust me. I will treat you like one too. I will call you and talk about dumb sh*t, all the while, I am sitting next to my man…”

  • Ash

    I lie about having a boyfriend whenever some guy in tries that “ay, gurl….you got a man?” bit. I hate that, that’s how boys in middle school pick up girls. I’m grown. And like other people have experienced, I say “No” and they respond on that “But we can’t be friends?” line. I seriously just walk away then. lol

  • I had a conversation about this with a male friend the other day. Why don’t men realize puttiing a woman on the spot makes her feel unsafe and is not going to give him his desired result (if said woman has any level of self-esteem and common sense)? Have they never considered our point of view?

    • Nic

      I think a lot of people are poorly socialized b/c yeah, that stuff is scary and offputting and I can’t believe it ever works. If I was this girl, I’d be talking to that store’s management. Scary. I don’t like it when people “recognize” me and point out that they have been tracking my movements either.

  • Power

    As a man I suggest a woman just saying “I’m not interested” and keep it moving. Make eye contact when you say it.

    As for the author of this story she should have just told the employee to mind his business and keep stocking shelves. You gotta speak up for yourself and stop trying to lie your way out of situations. Men can tell from your body language.