Game Over

Playing the game was meant to be fun, until it wasn’t. No one likes to lose, especially when you have just managed to buy 3 hotels in Monopoly. However, sometimes one wrong move can see you mortgaging your miniature green empire, and your not-so-fictional heart is put on the line when your top hat lands on the forceful whistled man square that tells you to 'go to jail'.

Often we go into things with a game plan, a tactic that aims to conquer. I myself have been known to play a good game, have a bit of fun and then pull out at the peak of my success. A fool proof plan, until one of the fools playing pulls at your heart strings and you don’t know why there are butterflies invading that simple game of Jenga which you thought you had mastered. Suddenly that Jenga tower is falling and you are a victim of the very game you created.

I will draw reference to the previously mentioned bad boy. A true bad boy possess an amazing grasp of the game, the age old concept of finding that perfect restaurant in order to create that exact mood he knows the girl will swoon over, all within close proximity to his bachelor pad is just the first move. A good friend of mine and self-confessed bad boy told me via text just the other day ‘I’m too good at being a seducer, my down fall is my amazingness’, clearly he suffers from a large scale self-confidence problem- Ha!. That’s the thing it’s the confidence, which the bad boy possesses which makes him so good at the game. His poker face, so to speak is one of the best in town.

So what happens when the lady friend they long for, calls their bluff? The board game equivalent of ‘not passing go and not collecting 200 dollars’, that’s what. This same bad boy it seems can be a sufferer of the very means of his own game. Actually falling for a girl, who is ‘playing’ hard to get, is Mr. Murphy biting him in the behind, for all those times he ever promised a lady a follow up date, a call the next morning or a souvenir from his business trip.

Now before we go burning our bras and go observing October 11th as the day of Bad Boy Banishment, let’s not forget that us ladies can also play a good game. Perhaps not to the same extent, which a bad boy can, but we know that, if we blow on those die just before rolling them and use enough of our charm, alongside the batting of those mascara laden lashes, we can quite easily venture into the community chest.

I guess, recent events have brought to light the fact that playing the game has to end at some point. That at some point there will be a genuine emotion, which takes over. Don’t go building ridiculous amounts of bad karma. I mean, by all means have fun, but being upfront with what you seek from that ‘relationship’, ‘twice a week pash’ or ‘thrice a week dash’ is essential. Put all your cards on the table; give those involved a chance to make their next game move. Otherwise sooner rather than later you will hear the not so playful words ‘Check Mate.’ - Agi