Not me exactly but
A bloke I met on the interwebs some years ago.

Met him on usenet at a motorsport newsgroup. He was a medical man. Not married but attached (unhappily, is always the way). Won me over with his sense of humour, flash car, and tales of saving lives in A&E. I was newly married, but very unhappily to a serial cheater so I didn't feel too bad when after about nine months of emailing back and forth, this bloke and I met up in real life. By this time the bloom of love was upon us - all very painful. Lots of lying to respective other halves ( mine was a cheating arse right from the beginning of our relationship six years previously, but i still wasnt going to rub his face in it in the same way he did to me with his numerous conquests. Even some cheating wives have standards, lol.)
So a few more months pass. We see each other whenever we can, but we haven't yet done the deed. My illicit man has been working as a motorcycle paramedic during this time, and often spoke to me from the streets of Lahdan where he was patching people up and performing all sorts of heroic acts.
Eventually things get to the point where we're obviously going to do that sexy thing. Before we are due to meet for the big night, he emails me and tells me he has a big bombshell to drop.

Turns out he wasn't really a paramedic. He wasn't a GP. He wasn't a nurse. He wasn't even first aid trained.
He was a motorcycle courier.

He had lied his face off for nigh on a year to me, online and in real life. As he had to everyone else on the usenet group, many of whom we had met in real life and has asked his confidential medical advice (as people seem wont to do when they meet such medical bods).
I didn't really care at this point, I was too far in. I was in love. He came clean to me before we got into bed, and that seemed his definition of "honourable". But he didn't want to come clean to everyone else. And he didn't want me to tell them either. So he and I kept up the lie to everyone we knew, our net friends who we were close to in real life too.
For the next four years of our relationship.

Then my husband (in name only by this point) finally left the house (hoofuckingray) and although I was broke and uwaged with no chance of employment due to an excellent eyesight disability (only 2 percent of blind people are employed, we scare people in the workplace in seems) it was what I had been waiting for. I finished it (took a while, he was pretty nutty and self harming by this point) with my affair and he married his long suffering girlfriend (who knew all about me by this point) on the rebound (his own admission, not my assumption).

The bods from that usenet group still think he's a doctor of some sort. When we split up about seven years ago, he disappeared from the net (due to his irrational behaviour by then I cannot say I was sorry to see the back of him.) But the group regulars (many of whom are still good friends of mine) still think of him fondly as the paramedic with the Lotus Elsie.

So if you were around rec.autos.sport.f1 regularly from about 1998 up until 2003 or so, you might know to whom I refer. He was a bare faced liar. Almost nothing he told you about himself was true. And I had went along with it because I loved him, to my shame.

Sorry.
(womanwhocanonlylivewithdogs, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 19:25, 1 reply)

"I like this" seems wrong
but well done for getting out.
( sanityclause is waiting until, Sat 14 Aug 2010, 11:12, closed)