How many times have you heard the phrase, “I am tired of games” in conjunction with romantic relationships? Like me, I am sure you have heard it more times that you can count and I am sure you have probably uttered it once or twice yourself. However, when it comes to love, it’s always a game.
It might be like tennis: You volley phone calls, attentions, and/or affections back and forth. It might be like basketball: You shoot, you score, or maybe you foul out. It might be like chess: You strategically plan your next move and hope that your opponent doesn’t outwit you.
But the object of any game is to win. So any move, no matter how slight, is carefully calculated and evaluated until eventually someone has enough points to consider him or herself the winner.
But what does the winner of this game achieve? Everlasting love and devotion? A good romp in the sack? Something in between? Is there really a winner or a loser?
Sure the game can get old, but I keep playing it because if I don’t life is just so damn boring…