I am only 15, and I have been lied to by men many, many times. Let's see now:

There was Matt, who came on to me at a party, told me I was gorgeous, told me he'd never met anyone like me before, told me he wished he could be with me forever, then refused to speak to me the next day! 

There was Savy, who was the recipient of the first head job I ever gave, who insisted he'd never been with a girl before.  The next day I found out he'd lost his virginity at thirteen....go figure.

There was Alexis who did the good ol' "I think you're a great person, but the time's not right." This backfired on him, when at a party about a week later we both drank too much and ending up getting it on in the back of the yard.

And most recently there was Darren. Yes. Well. Darren, who I met coming home on the bus, who three hours later rocked up at my house, who half an hour after that was in my bed......he said (a) he was my age (he's 17 in truth), (b) he really loved me (for crap's sake, he'd only known me four hours, and he couldn't even remember my last name) (c) he could tell we were "ready" (I am a virgin, and do not plan on screwing someone I've only known for four hours...)

Anyway....I am sick of being lied to. Basically I am sick of guys. If I didn't like them so much, I would become a lesbian.

For all you guys out there, I have one thing to say to you:. when you stop being a bunch of lying assholes, I'll stop being a sadistic bitch.