Am I a Liar by Not Telling the Whole Truth?

Yesterday I was sent some random, funny quotes, and one of them genuinely hit home. It said:
‘When I meet a new girl, I'm terrified of mentioning something she hasn't already told me but that I have learned from some light internet stalking.’

I read it continually, shock swarming my thoughts. OMG, what if the men I go out with already know I write dating trash? What if they Google me and up pops my picture with the label ‘Chasing Hot Runner Man’ printed underneath? I mean, I certainly Google most of them, (though I’m just trying to avoid petifiles and mass murderers), they must be at least searching my name! Will they think I’m a bi-polar, crazy, jaded, stalker chic? Will they automatically take me for a liar? Will they just want to be another one of the douchebags that makes the cut for the book?

At one time I debriefed the guys I was dating about being an aspiring author. I would share why I wrote. I would explain why I blogged and was willing to open my heart for the world to see that it was repetitively broken. What I found was that most of these guys treated me like crap! They would attempt at being bigger a-holes, slamming restaurant doors in my face, asking if I would foot the bill and be crudely obvious about wanting to get laid at the end of the night. I was appalled. Could men actually have the desire to be jerks?

Alternatively, a few did act as though they had respected me. But it was clear that they were also intimidated that I dated so frequently. I mean, let’s face it, I’m a fantastic first date! I ask the 20 questions; I keep conversation going. I always cut it off after three hours to avoid it heading south. I rarely give but one soft, quick peck on the lips. I follow the rules and know what I’m doing…on a first date. In fact, on many occasions gentleman have mentioned how nervous they were that they had not gone on a date in so long. I have a lot of knowledge of dating and should be proud. But instead I end up feeling guilty and ashamed because I had gone on a date with someone else just last week. This doesn’t make me any better than them, nor does it mean I know anything about second or third dates! That is why I am hesitant to tell people I write. Several men have gone as far to ask me not to blog about them. Of course I wouldn’t! If you are nice to me, well odds are that I won’t detail the terrible date we very likely didn’t have. I respect men, I love them! I would never, ever intentionally hurt one, unless I thought they asked for it. Therefore, am I a liar by not telling guys the truth now?

I feel badly. I mean how long before I tell them, look I wrote a book and I blog about my dating life to keep people interested. If I wait too long, they may never entirely trust me. But if I tell them right off the bat, I risk sending an amazing catch running because he is scared of whom he has decided I must be. Is there any chance I can just tell him the truth and he will say, “That is fantastic. I support you 100%.” Somehow I doubt it. Am I a bad person because I write what women think but refuse to say? No, in fact, men could learn a great deal about women from my writing. Then why do I feel so guilty? I promise I’m not a liar, I’m just trying to make it in the world, much like everyone else is.