You might think I'm a pathological liar....

What's more fun than making up fun stories when the truth is really boring? Telling the truth and letting people make their own assumptions to the point where they think something happened when really nothing did. And everything you said is 100% true. But people hear what they want to hear. I'll give you an example.
This is the story of something that happened to me. Everything I'm about to type is true. I have friends who can vouch for me.
I went to a bar one night. There were some men there who offered me drinks. When I left, I had a very hard time driving home. Then I got pulled over by the police. When I woke up the next morning, I had a terrible headache.
What are you thinking? So all the people I told, who are supposed to be good friends of mine, all SCREEEEAMED at me for driving drunk. Very good friends. If you know me at all, you would know that 1. I never drink anything more potent than Mountain Dew and when I last checked, that didn't count towards driving drunk. and 2. I'm a little more responsible than that. But my friends heard this story and yelled at me for driving drunk. So I replied to them that I never said anything about driving drunk or even about having a drink. Then everyone was confused. So I explained. See the bold.
1. I went to a bar one night. I was at a wedding in a hotel and there was a bar where they were playing the Yankees-Redsox playoff series - I think it was 2004....
2. There were some men there who offered me drinks. I had forgotten that there are other people on the planet who might not understand the concept of "shtick". I looked a little funny. So they kept saying to me "you look like you need a drink!" Of course I did not take one!
3. When I left, I had a very hard time driving home. I was reeeeeally tired and it was late and I was driving from Connecticut to NY after dancing like crazy at a wedding
4. Then I got pulled over by the police. My tail lights happened to be broken - which I didn't know. (The cop told me and I was like "are you kidding me?" and he was like "Ma'am, would I BE standing here if I were kidding?!")
5. When I woke up the next morning, I had a terrible headache. B/c I was soooo tired and hadn't slept enough.

So that was my totally true story. And look what havoc I caused.

OOOOH I have another one! I have a very close friend named "Yonah Berman". Of course that's not his real name. I never put real names on my blog so as to protect identities. So "Yonah" is a boy - and you'll see why I specify that. "Yonah" and I used to hang out in college illegally till around 3am. Then we had kids, at which point he gave me a ring. Then we went to the mikvah together. Then we shared an apt. All 100% true!
Now I bet I know what you're thinking. But here's the real explanation. See Bolded.

1. "Yonah" and I used to hang out in college illegally till around 3am. He used to come down to Stern and at some point the guards would kick the guys out. When it was too cold to hang out outside, we used to walk to the Citibank on 32nd and Park and hand out in the ATM vestibule. After doing this for a long time, we noticed a sign posted that said something like "No Loitering under penalty of law..." Something like that.
2. Then we had kids, We were NCSY advisors together. But it's waaaay more fun to say it this way.
3. at which point he gave me a ring. We took our ncsy'ers to an indoor amusement park where you play games and get tickets to redeem for prizes. "Yonah" redeemed some tickets and gave me the prize - a plastic yellow & pink smiley face ring - which by the way, he handed to me after saying loudly "לא לשם קדושין" - which means he didn't mean anything about marriage by handing me that ring - just so it was clear to all who witnessed it - b/c he did purchase the ring with his own money and it was worth more than a פרוטה and there could have been witnesses - like the NCSY'ers - some of whom are over bar mitzvah - who were watching all confused.
4. Then we went to the mikvah together. After our event at the indoor amusement park, "Yonah" and I decided to help a friend who was getting married soon move into his new apt. So "Yonah" and I took all the dishes and went to the keilim mikvah to tovel them.
5. Then we shared an apt. I lived in an apt and when I moved out, "Yonah" moved in.

So that's my story. totally true and gets a lot of fun looks of horror and confusion from other people. Totally worth it!