We sat down at the bar and the bartender just stared at us. He was a stocky man with dark hair and question marks in his eyes. Linda said she wanted vodka. I told the bartender I wanted a bourbon on the rocks. He started making our drinks.
"So," Linda said as she turned to me, "tell me everything about yourself, Jake."
"Well, I'm a native Californian. Born right here in the City of Angels."
That much was true. And then the lies started.
"I deal in real estate, buying and selling. Sometimes multi-million dollar deals."
She looked impressed...
Neville Hunt 9 months ago
Be careful Jake, amateur liars are rarely consistent! But maybe you’re a pro?