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Robert talked to me about sex again. I started crying and said that I couldn't handle this conversation. I haven't told him that I wouldn't, that I'm a virgin, because it was too painful. So I lied and said that I had before, but with one guy and it was too emotional to do again. I kind of used the truth to give the lie legs--I said that I tended to run away when I got to a new level of intimacy with a guy. I told him about all the times I dumped Drew or snuck out of a guy's room in the middle of the night. I told him that I was afraid of dumping him right after--which is true. It made me think about that quote I read about Mein Kampf, in which Hitler instructs that the proper way to tell a lie is to tell a partial truth.