While I used to be the go-to girl for all matters of the heart & all questions on possible permutations of relationships (even across genders), I find myself sorely lacking foresight as of late.
Dear friends, I apologize. Apparently being in a happy, wonderful place has made me less sensitive to the games & hunts that swirl around me (and our haunts). I am only human. And a woman in love, thank you. (Ehem.)
I never thought the day would come when a coffee invite would just really be a good conversation over coffee. Or a nightcap wouldn't be interpreted as a booty call. Or an invite to hang out wouldn't be followed by a question (so who else is coming? Cute ba yan?).
While knowing every nuance of the game has given me wisdom, being oblivious to the sense & smell of the game has numbed my perception of what is & what could (or couldn't) be. It's like I'm wrapped in this bubble of comfort, I just fail to respond to the signs.
And by doing so, I just might have fed some poor unfortunate soul to the lion. Or confused the lion into thinking that the hunter was going for a different kill.
But I know you, dear friends. You don't need me to interpet every advance, every retreat, and every little kill of the game.
Play, be played, get caught, go for the kill.
Or run for cover & hide 'til kingdom come. (Just don't forget to come out & play, ok?)
I got myself willingly killed last year. And frankly, this 'death' has been the best one yet.
:)
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What is this game of which you speak? *bats eyelashes innocently*
LOL
Better to be a woman in love than a lionness in a hunter's sights, I say :)
Amen, janjan. Amen.
And the game needs you back in it. Go go go! :)
Nah. Nobody interesting or interested in the horizon. And honestly, I suck at that game. I'm much better being a matinee idol.
lemme know when your next movie comes out then :)
you're back to X for good. ehehehe
Greg, for some weird reason, I prefer blogging here. Hehe :)
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