I think somewhere along the mystical path to our love lives we all managed to mangle and contort or rather misinterpret the true meaning behind boys and the silly games they play. Allow them to play field hockey with your heart, tackle your bones, and suckerpunch your vital organs. It's a harsh game of who can hurt the other without caving in. In society today games are almost always frowned upon, "what good comes from this" the critics cry. The bottom line is walls must be built and we have to test the waters to see if the love in question is worth the 50 foot drop to nowheresville, USA. There are intentions, maybe not the best ones but they are there if you use your magnifying glass. Games make the whole falling in love craze seem much more appealing. Let's just call it foreplay that is a prelude to an eventual dull honeymoon phase. Girls should counteract and exude some balance in the equation. You are in the drivers seat of your emotions. Allow yourself to play along. I say bring on the games, bring on the hurt, bring on anything that makes me feel this alive. I beg of you sir.
And to further prove my point. Even my immortal soulmate Andy Warhol agreed with me by saying:
"Fantasy love is much better than reality love. Never doing it is very exciting. The most exciting attructions are between the opposites that never meet."
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