I abstain from the game

I have been told many times that the cause of my solitude is that I am not willing to “play the game.”  ’The game,’ apparently, is this highly ridiculous form of modern courtship wherein one person acts disinterested in the other person so as to get their attention and interest.  First of all, I have a hard time trusting a system as paradoxical as this one.  Second of all, I dislike viewing courtship as a simple game.  For someone like myself, love is not a game.  I believe I was created to love someone.  In my eyes, waking up in the morning and breathing is a choice that we all make.  My motivation for making that choice is the possibility of love.  If the devine (whomever you believe it to be) were to tell me that, starting tomorrow, I will never have a chance of falling in love again I would end my life in an instant.  The value of this human life is directly relational to it’s ability to fall in love with another.  Thus, when someone devalues love into something as trivial as a mere game, I take offense.  It is like telling me that my life is nothing more then a game that can be won or lost, but there is still going to be a party in the end.  I refuse to court in this way.

I will find someone that feels the same as I.  This person will not be interested in the club-like flirting, nor the tests of devotion that women sometimes put men through.  They will be more interested in befriending me and seeing if I can bring a smile to their face.  They will feel elation over the realization that I am the first person that they want to talk to when they wake up in the morning.  Most importantly, they will feel no greater satisfaction then when walking down the street holding my hand.  I end with a quote that encompasses my view of love better then any one prior:

“Love is when you take away the feeling, the passion, the romance and you find out you still care for that person”