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Who better to ask for honest, snarky relationship advice than Vishous?
Ask At Your Own Risk.
Dear Vishous, Agony Aunt Column
(with help from Mary)
Dear Vishous,
First of all, thank you for doing this. I need another perspective. I am a 27 year old woman, about fifteen
months out of a five year relationship.
I started dating a guy about two months ago. I’ll call him “Evan.” We met on Match.com. We both workout. We like a good time out at the clubs and the
bars. We’re both Sox fans. He’s funny and he’s been good about keeping
in touch when he travels frequently for work.
My problem is this.
He told me he was twenty-eight. A
week or so ago, when we were playing pool at our local, he told me to snag his
wallet and pay for the next round at the bar.
While I was getting money out, I saw his driver’s license. It said he’s thirty-six and the address
listed was in a different area of the city than he told me he lives in. I got
the drinks and put his wallet back in his pocket, and tried not to think about
it.
But I can’t shake the idea he lied, and it’s causing me
to obsess about things that are probably no big deal. Like, he only comes to stay at my place. I’ve never been to his apartment, and when I
asked about this, he said he has two roommates who get on his nerves and he
prefers the break he gets when he sleeps at my apartment. And I’ve introduced him to my friends, but
he’s never offered to do the same. At
first, I was psyched because my ex never wanted to hang with my people. But now?
I guess I’m uneasy and looking for shadows everywhere.
I don’t care how old he is, and I know that some times
folks on Match fudge their age to make them more attractive. And maybe it’s just an old license. I don’t want to ruin a good thing by looking
like I’m second guessing him about stuff that only appears iffy and for which
there is a reasonable explanation.
Please advise,
On The Fence In Beantown
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Vishous: Here’s
what you need to do. Go to your local
Stahp ‘n Shahp and get some Sweet Baby Ray’s
BBQ. Then get a good knife. After you slice his b*lls off, marinate them
and then pan fry ‘em. Serve them to him
hot and spicy and-
Mary: Okaaaaaaay. Let’s just all take a deep breath here.
V: I know, because
the BBQ sauce smells great, right?
Mary: Ah, no. It’s because we should not settle this type
of conflict through bodily harm.
V: Whatever, that
lying sack of sh*t with the fake Match profile doesn’t deserve a set of
nuts. S’all I’m sayin’.
Mary: I think
we’ve heard your point of view loud and clear.
And now, I’d like to offer a more nuanced opinion. On The Fence, it’s clear that there are some
reasons to be concerned about this guy.
One of the things that I tell people in my practice is to always trust
your instincts. As much as you want to
believe the best-
V: Fine. No BBQ sauce, then. Just slice, dice and toss ‘em in the
pan. He doesn’t deserve Sweet Baby
Ray’s.
Mary:
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V: What. Oh, come on, don’t look at me like that.
Mary: I’ve never
actually said this before to someone, but why don’t you light up a cigarette
and take a few deep drags.
V: I thought you’d
never ask.
Mary: Anyway, On
The Fence, my suggestion is that you have a frank, face-to-face conversation
with “Evan.” Share your concerns calmly
and succinctly. See what his answers
are. Based on how he responds, you
should be able to tell a lot. Is he
listening to you and taking you seriously?
Is he offering to have you stay over at his place? Or is he defensive and turning everything
back on you-
V: And his Red Sox
card is revoked. He has to root for the
Yankees now.
Mary: -in a way
that makes you uncomfortable? At the end
of the day, you deserve to be in a relationship with someone who’s as honest as
you are and treats you the way you’re treating them.
V: I have to agree
with Mary on this one. Even though
you’re a human, being with a lying sack of sh*t is whack.
Mary: Remember,
your physical safety comes first, and fast on its heels is your emotional
health. Please do not sacrifice your
happiness just because you are hoping that “Evan” is the one-
V: I think you’re
going to find out he’s got a wife and kids and he’s playing you. Which brings us back to my solution to the problem-
Mary: -and let us know how it goes, please. Best of luck!
V: F**k him! Go get a real man- and that skillet.
