Everything I’ve ever told you was a lie. Even my lying was a lie. That is to say, when I told you something and you believed me, and then I admitted to lying, I was lying both times. I will say anything to win your love, including ingratiating myself to have you see how fallible I am because you have made it clear that you feel a fallible man is so sensitive and therefore a good catch. That’s your one weakness, which is not to say I think you’re gullible, only that it makes you attractive, and I will do anything to have you. Am I lying to you in this moment; what do you think?