mind fuck

This is a term whose use is becoming very rampant in today’s slang, for those like me who are slow to these changes and inherently chose to stick to the Queen’s English, the urban dictionary attempts to give us some insight on its use and meaning:

Mind fuck:

1.       To experience a situation which calls into question the way your mind currently sees a certain idea or the world n general

2.       When someone messes with your mind, usually when someone of the opposite sex plays games with your head, but can be used when anyone tries to manipulate you through mind tactics

I happen to be dating one of those men who think that all women are liars and I am the she-devil that taught them to lie. The man has seriously never trusted a single thing that I have told him. The day we met happened to be about two weeks after my birthday but when I told him he assumed I had lied to get a present (height of desperation), am so sure that up to this date he still has his doubts about my birth date.

Although I cannot really blame him, I did lie about a couple of things and got caught. For instance:

1.       I am a virgin. Only god knows why I would tell someone I was planning to sleep with that, but I did.

2.       My name is Serena. I don’t usually tell strangers my real name so that 1 I will be excused for.

3.       I have long beautiful hair. That wasn’t really my fault; he saw the weaves and got fooled. Silly man. Although it didn’t help that I didn’t allow him to touch my hair for almost 3 months. I told him I had personal space issues.

4.       I don’t drink that much. Ha!! That 1 he discredited on our first date

All the above were somewhat small lies that turned into a joke once I was caught, although they did result in him not trusting me without proof

The only lie that ever got me in trouble was one that every woman has had to make at least once if not a million times. 

In every relationship there comes a time when one party (usually the man) will want to exchange sex histories. Thus the mind numbing question…” how many men have you slept with?” us chicks (and pardon me ladies for telling) usually have a pre-determined answer, which is exactly what I told him, “three; my first, my ex, and you”

I thought I was lucky because he didn’t pry much, he just asked their names and the subject was dropped. 

One week later, he emailed me a list of names, the subject of the email was “guest list”, I almost ignored the email assuming it was accidental. But my curiosity got the better of me and I decided to take a look at it. It was first names only, all male. 

It was my list, exactly how I had compiled it one afternoon many months ago while drinking with Sheila after she had been dumped and I had dumped an ex. We had titled it the guest list i.e visitors to our vaginas.

I had no idea where or how he had come to know of this list but I wasn’t going to go down that easy.

I instinctively replied,”hey, I was wondering where I put that list, it was supposed to be the guest list for mike's bachelor party”

He never replied, I never brought it up again.

Up to this day I don’t know who was the greater mind-fucker; me with my fast elusive lies, or him, with the questions and the email knowing full well what that list represented