Liar Liar

This story is a bit long, but well worth it...

For the last couple of weeks I began to suspect that my loving wonderful boyfriend was a compulsive liar. How I never saw it before, I don't know. But if I didn't know it before I know it now. Let me paint you a picture:

I'm having lunch with my boyfriend and a group of his friends when one of his friends tells me that my boyfriend bought a kilt. Yes I said kilt, as in a Scottish skirt.Now my boyfriend is black, his family is from the south and the caribbean and he lives in NY. Moving right along...so his friend tells me my boyfriend bought a kilt which is totally weird to me because my boyfriend is about 6'4" and weighs about 300lbs. So I look at my man and trying to hold in my laugh I say "you bought a kilt?" to which he responds "yeah, I did". When we get home later that day I say "babe, lemme see the kilt you bought". He gets out the bed and walks to the closet, looks in the closet, closes the closet...he then proceeds to his mother's room to look for the kilt but the door to her room is locked. When he comes back in the room he says "it's in my mom's room but her door is locked". Okay, no prob.

About 2 days later I'm back at his house and I say "babe, I gotta see the kilt you bought, lemme see it". So again, he gets up, goes to the same closet where it wasn't 2 days before, he opens the closet and comes back empty handed. When he comes back in the room he says "I was just joking, I didn't buy a kilt" (quick translation: "just joking" is compulsive liar speak for "I lied...I never bought a kilt and I was hoping you would stop asking me about it but you keep bringing up that stupid a$$ kilt")

So by this time I have about as much questions floating in my head as you probably do now, such as "Why did you lie about buying (of all things) a kilt?" I can understand a t.v., or an expensive car you can't afford, but a kilt? "Why did you look for the kilt as if you really bought it?" and several other questions that I won't take up your time posting here...

What do you even say to something like that? I don't know I'm still trying to figure this one out.