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A Love Story Is Not A Toy Story

“Everything seems more appealing when you can’t have it.”

I said that to a friend while we were chatting about relationships. That response came from me before I even knew why I said it. It’s true. We’ve all experienced wanting something or someone.

But what happens after you get what you wanted?

If we were “playing video games,” like Lana Del Rey said, we would be rewarded with a gripping cinematic & the words “You Won!!”

If this was a novel, we would turn to the last page and that would be that.

If this were a script for a movie, poppy music that has nothing to do with what we’ve experienced would begin to play & the screen would freeze or fade to black.

But this is real life, so things continue onwards after the credits roll, after the pages have been turned & after we’ve won the game of our lives.

Sometimes people have this weird tendency to drop everything after they’ve got what they wanted. Suddenly that love that you worked on or chased after becomes a trophy in a case instead of something you carry with you daily. Maybe it has something to do with complacency or just becoming distracted with everyday life, but after a while that thing we treasured begins to collect dust. It happens.

Let me bring this back for a second to a simpler time.
When I was a kid I remember wanting this cool transforming Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle after seeing the commercials.
My friend & I didn’t have enough money to get one, so we put our money together and got it.

Boy were we disappointed with what we got. It was smaller than it had appeared in the commercials & it didn’t function all that well. We tried to make do with it, but our enjoyment quickly fizzled.

The same thing happens in the grown up world too. We get what we wanted & it doesn’t live up to what we expected or hoped that it would be. We try to make it work for one reason or another, but it just doesn’t feel right.

What do you want?

Sometimes once we’ve decided to put things aside & move on, our “better half” decides that they want us. It’s like a switch was hit & suddenly the lights came on. The funny thing about lighting is that it works just like justification; you can make anything look the way you want if you really want to. Sometimes they want what they had, or they really do want to make things better. But sometimes they just don’t want to or know how to let things go.

When I was younger I was taught about the difference between “wants & needs” & “jealousy & envy”. Jealousy & envy account for 75% of the story lines that come out of the CW’s serialized shows such as “Vampire Diaries“, “90210” and the like.

I’m sure you will.

Envy is wanting what someone else has.

Jealousy is not wanting somebody to take what rightfully “belongs” to you. Sometimes we just don’t want anyone to play with our toys, even if we have no use for them or any intention of even taking care of them anymore. Sometimes we treat people like playthings or toys and we simply want to possess them. So we play nice for a while until they do what we want. Then we get bored & find someone else to play with and we forget about them again.

Yes, I realize that some people get their happy ending and they work at it because they love what they have. To all of you that have found your way past Chapter 2 of your “Choose Your Own Adventure” love story or your personal journey in life, congratulations and I’m happy for you.
I just wanted to air out a few thoughts, that’s all.

People stop toying with each other. Grow up, move on & play nice. That’s all I’m saying.

“Everything seems more appealing when you can actually enjoy it.”

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On days like today I go a bit overboard.
I love like I’m losing it, I’m kinda lovestoned.
You asked for a letter, I gave you a book instead.

Called you in the morning, you didn’t pick up, got your sweet old lady instead.
Thirty pages dedicated to you, there’s more to come, but I had to cut it off somewhere so I could go to bed before I lost my head.
You are so beautiful, can’t you see it on days like this.

Thought about taking you out & lavishing you, then words like broke came to mind.
So I put pen to paper instead of spending paper on Hallmark moments because I want this moment to mean something.
I hope you get this message.
I hope you feel something.
I hope.

Someone got a peek at one of the pages; cried me a river and asked me where the ring was at.
I told her that was just the dedication, she froze and finally said, “There’s more to that!?”
I nodded, showed her one poem & let her watch me write the last page.
She looked at me and said “She’s yours.”
Now I don’t know if you’re a crier like she was, but I hope each page gives you something to feel.
I went from sweet to a fever-pitch, ran the gambit on everything.
I only that it will be enough.
Will it ever be enough?

I fought with Cupid till we were at a standstill.
He shot me and said that I deserved it.
I think he slapped me with V.D., not with vampires or diseases, but days like today about love & loving it.
So I laid my weapon down & closed the book.
This pen’s out of ammo now, and I don’t know what to do with it.

On days like today I go a bit overboard.
I love like I’m losing it, I’m kinda lovestoned.
You asked for a letter, I gave you a book instead.

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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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