Thank Gawd for google.

I have this incredibly beautiful & smart friend.

On one particular night out, she met this extremely handsome blonde who exuded an aura of riches & charm.

(Okay, im totally exaggerating. We were on vacation and in truth, he wasn't that handsome nor that charming...but he was the best pick of the litter.)

Anyway, throughout the night he had regailed her of stories of his multi-million dollar Maple Syrup Conglomorate and the woes of being a rich, single man. One thing led to another...and..ya know. ;)

A few days later, like any intelligent woman would do, she googled him.

Through google she found out that the party he was at was a bachelor party. HIS bachelor party.
He is set to be wed in a few short weeks.

Also, he does not actually own a Maple Syrup Conglomorate. He stole that line from "The Wedding Crashers." haha


Moral of the story: If a guy tells you he's a millionaire, it's probably a lie. If he tells you he FARMS FOR MAPLE SYRUP...it is probably a lie.

But dear friend, I can not blame you for falling for it.

"scientist say we use only 10% of our brains...but I think we only use 10% of our hearts."

lols.

stilleto socialite says...

I often frequent the DC Club scene.

Dressed in some fabulous 4 inch pair of heels, I come to various lounges armed with an entourage of hot women with killer smiles.

During my evenings out on the town, I run into various shady characters that act in such an appalling manner I feel the need to share with the outside world... just so I'm not laughing alone.

Thus, the birth of my new blog.


Introducing: The chronicles of Stiletto Socialte- a DC-ist gone wild.