It was his patent that "betrayed" him. He told me to sort out a movie on his iPad, accompanied by a voice from the other room: "Password is my birthday."
I knew his month of birth, but I did not want to be confused with the exact year, so I searched for the ID (identity card) in his wallet. Anyway, the patent came out first and I got it.
I was shocked for a moment, then thought I had miscalculated and made the difference with my phone calculator. I was right: He was 45 years old and not 35, as he had told me.
When we first saw each other at a bar, I could tell he was bigger than me, the 20s and some some do not wear a watch that costs more than my rent, but I also did not notice any wrinkles deep that looked like my dad.
Moreover, he was attractive in the eyes of a 23-year-old like me. So I accepted his invitation to come out.
Robert impressed me with his knowledge of the best wines and classic cinema and I was ready to kiss him on our first date, even though he told me he was 12 years older than me.
From that meeting, we kept coming out again. He met my family, and I met his friends. They were quite nice and everything looked okay. (Robert later told me that his friends had also asked him: "How long will you continue this?")
"WHAT IS THIS ?!", I asked stressed as I learned the truth, bringing the patent before my eyes.
He told me they had made a mistake in the license and insisted on it. He then accused me of "control and eavesdropping".
But, the part that bothers me the most is this: I did not part with him directly after I realized he lied to me for 1 year.
However, after a short period I thought: "What else did he lie to me about?".
If he told me the real age, maybe nothing would change, maybe everything would change, but the lie, the conspiracy, the guilt he tried to give me? No, it was not worth anything.
I do not regret leaving that connection at all, but now, every time I meet someone, I do not forget to ask:
"Can I see some ID please?"
* The name has been changed to protect a fragile ego.
Adapted from Cosmopolitan
