I am far less than pleased with a few select gentleman right now. Some I have personal vendettas against, others are friends or friends of friends who I see screwing up royally.
We all know that love (...or lack thereof) can be a game. Some of us are willing participants, others are simply unsuspecting victims. This game is serious, the consequences and results are so real. Follow me on this.
My story, long story short version: meet this guy who claims to have been crushing for quite some time, one of those "I've seen you many times before", admiring from afar types. We start chit chatting, he expresses how intense his feelings are toward me. Two weeks later he drops this honesty bomb on me that he "sort of has a girl". I don't know how you can "sort of" do that but whatever. He claims a couple things: that it's not that serious, that it's complicated and that he is "afraid of losing" me.
Now, he is what I call a Points Keeper. This guy thinks that his honesty will save him regardless of the fact that he is clearly wrong in the situation. Bring up any objection to a Points Keeper and all they will do is try to convince you that you are somehow obligated to respect him and deal with shit you don't like simply because he was honest with you. I appreciate an honest man, perhaps more than the average girl would or should. So I'd be a damn liar if I said I didn't continue talking to him after he mushroom clouded my entire love life. But I went from playing the game with him to letting him play me and therefore playing myself. "But Jamz, you've been a side chick before. What's so different this time?" Simple. I already caught feelings for this guy. Successful side chickism involves you NOT catching feelings for someone whose feelings you can only have a portion of. That is the height of playing yourself. You set yourself up for nothing but disappointment. Not bout that life. Not gonna be his second girlfriend, while he is boyfriend to only one. No. No side chickism on this one.
Second is the leader. He is often the guilty culprit in Lonely Girl Relationship. His game is making every girl (though sometimes just one) feel like she is the only one in his life. This guy is smart. He knows not to shit where he eats or piss where he sleeps. He will do everything in his power to maintain his relationship's problem-free appearance, while continuing scandalous and often reprehensible behavior with other women on the side. The good part about the leader is that, even though he is clearly wrong for his infidelity, he is the type to keep his indiscretions in check. He won't allow his fun to ever fuck with his home life. He knows what he needs, and always maintains good standing there. What he wants is fleeting and he knows this. Priorities in check. Still an asshole.
Next on the roster is the Joker. This guy takes nothing seriously. If you are ever hurt by a Joker, it's definitely your fault. The Joker has no ties to any one woman so he does what he wants with all of them. He's the NORE type, with a chick for each day. He's sometimes sweet and romantic and downright charming, drawing you in with a cute face and stellar smile. He will continue to take you for a ride as long as you let him, never claiming to love you, and often letting it be known that you are not the only one with small sometimes unnoticeable actions. The classic "I'm at my home girl's house" line is a good indicator. If he pulls out that line when answering his phone around you, and y'all BEEN fucking... Well. Sorry girl. He's called the Joker because no particular girl is taken seriously until he is fully ready to do so. So while you're stressing, chain smoking, pulling out your virgin Indian weave and crying into pillows over this guy, he's wondering.... Why so serious?
The rookie is next on our list. This guy is new to the game, he's been riding the bench for a while. He might have been in a long-term relationship and now has a sour taste in his mouth leaving him bitter toward women (yes, this happens to men too), so now he's been released upon the world to wreak havoc on any unsuspecting pussy he comes across. You always know a rookie when you encounter then because they are overly callous, sometimes downright rude. On the other hand, he may also treat you great sometimes and horrible the next 'cause he's still trying to control the old boyfriend habits that won't die. Many Jokers are rookies who have slaughtered their emotions in the name of revenge against the female race.
Lastly, the Playerette. Yup. Just like the name states, this here is the lady player, the most feared among all players on the roster. It's been said for years that women cheat better/smarter than men. The Playerette is a man eating machine. She's sexy, smart and deceptive. She's skilled in the art of seduction and knows all the right buttons to press. She is feared because she is often not identifiable until she's already successful. Women are instinctually sweet, emotional, nurturing and affectionate. So it's hard to know if the things she does with you are exclusive to you. Simple fact is, she gets close because she's a female and covers her tracks because she, unlike other women, has an understanding of the man's mind. She knows you're going to check her phone, so things are deleted or hidden. She knows how to apologize sweetly to get you off her back. She knows how to keep you where she wants you. You will know nothing she doesn't tell you. Scary bitch. I know.
Victims are those who find themselves involved with these people. They are the innocent bystanders getting swept in the love life playoffs. Unprepared, unsuspecting and often naive, victims often get traded to rosters like these after enough losing games. Who can blame them?
The problem with this game is that it takes such a detrimental toll on both parties. One is left hurt and confused and the other is left not knowing how to maintain a healthy relationship. Retired players are often the ones who have learned all the lessons and know what to do to actually be good to someone since learning the errors of their ways. The problem comes in when all they encounter are reminders of who they used to be. Now they have no one to blame because they now have to learn to love the monsters they've created.
Congratulations to the Doctor Frankesteins of the world.
The Articulate Bitch
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