On Playing Games

You know how people like to play games? Stringing gullible souls on with a little touch of hope? Making them believe there may be something ‘special’ there between them, when really all they want is the thrill of the chase? You know whom I’m talking about.

I’m talking about people like that cashier your eyeing, that works at the grocery store on the corner. The one with the long hair and green eyes? With the black-framed glasses? Yeah, that one. The one that always has a different woman on his arm when his shift ends. I’m talking about people like him. People that flirt with almost every woman who comes through their checkout line, dropping little compliments everywhere. Who collect the scraps of tissue fished from deceptively large Channel purses, and never call the phone numbers on them. The ones who will tell one ‘special’ lady to wait: “I’m off my shift in 15 minutes.” You’ll see them sometimes, hovering by the firewood that the grocery always has stacked by the door. People like him always leave with a different woman who waited for them to get off shift.

Do you see what I’m getting at? With this guy and these women? He’s playing games: he’s roping them in with compliments, taking their numbers, and leaving them all waiting. He never calls – only the woman who leaves with him at the end of the day gets any attention, and that’s only for one afternoon. I’m trying to warn you about people like him sister. People who like to play games with other people. I want you to know the signs – to have an example – so you can see them coming. So you can steer clear of them. You’re better than game players. And you can do so much better than the guy at the grocery store.