Love Is The Game & The Prize

Ever since my VD experience (Valentine’s Day, not the other kind of VD or Vampire Diaries), I have been wondering where I stand with the many women in my life. I love many women, but am in love with few. Last night I had a chat with two of my closest friends who will be getting married to each other later this year (congrats once again), and they gave me some good advice. One thing that stuck with me was “If you’re close to each other just ask her directly”. I already do that when we talk about everything else, so why can’t I be direct when it comes to us?

I think that part of my hesitancy stems from not knowing how to gauge the way she treats me vs other guys. Yes, its me vs the world, only the world doesn’t know it yet! With most girls I can get a feel for their intentions towards me based on the way they look and talk with me or how affectionate they are. It’s like my Attraction GPS is off when it comes to her, yet somehow she always finds her way to me. I don’t want to take things for granted. I have no shame, so I can deal with being wrong about her and laugh it off over drinks and awkward stories. Oh the things we do.

Love is the game and the prize, and I am but one player (and no I don’t mean “Playa”).

Maybe someone can answer this question for me. When does “hanging out” become “dating”?

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How Do You Like Me Now? (Restraining Order)

By the way you move you must have a reason for every step you take,
I figure there must be fire burning in your bones.
Your heart is bigger than your body and it beats bolder than a crack of lightning.
There’s something in you that brings out the real person in me, even a blind man can see that.
Look past the surface, I’m afraid that I’m complicated, but there’s nothing to be afraid of.
If you can get me to like you, then you’ve got me.
You’ve got what I want, I’ll give you that.
I expected to love you, but I didn’t expect to be in love with you like this.

Well I’d rather not know where I’d be if I wasn’t chasing after you.
You won’t see it coming, though they all knew.
It’s always been there, in my stare and in my teasing.
How many times do I have to tell you to get out of your mind?
Get out of your mind and slip into mine and stay there as long as you like.
Love and insanity are somewhat connected, like a flicker to a fire or attraction to desire.
I’ve got what you want and you’ll give in once you say my name after yours and then back again.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, contradiction knows no equal.
We’re repelled by persistence although we love the feeling of the chase.

This is how it starts, first we deny it.
I can’t leave you alone for long, you know that.
We can’t have too much of a good thing.

Then we wonder about it, if only for a moment.
No one told me that your personality would be so addictive.
I’m what you desire.

Then we dance around the idea a little longer than we should.
I’m maintaining restraining this heart, just barely and you’re not making it easy.
I want everything right now.

Then we play games that we seriously shouldn’t, all the while waiting for our turn.
I push you away, just to pull you in closer than you were before.
How do you like me now?

And finally we give in, just enough to let it happen; a slip of the tongue, a slight of the hand.
If we’re lucky we’ll put aside the games and be real.
What happens next is up to you.