Another night at Bar Marmont. Another story.
At midnight, a tall, handsome gentleman walked into the bar
in a marine uniform. Women were buying him drinks, clamoring for his attention. He ended up standing next
to me. I thought it was my lucky night. Half an hour later, I had learned he
was 40 and worked for a secret department of the government. He had just been
transferred to California for a new case. I sensed something wasn’t right about
his story, but when he asked me to the Marine Corp Ball with him the following
night, I jumped at the chance. The next morning, he called to say he was sorry,
but he had to fly back to Washington D.C. immediately due to a government
emergency.
After a google search, it turned out that he wasn’t a marine
or working for the government at all. He was a lawyer living in Virginia with a
wife and kids.
Days later he contacted me again. “I didn’t realize Halloween
was in December,” I said. "I never said I was single," he said.
Date #2, Fail
