Players Getting Played Back

A clue is a valuable thing. Some people have them, and some don't. When you go to the club and you are not with someone you intend to go home with, you are playing. Your game might be teasing some poor schlubb and extracting all the drinks and attention his desperation can bear, or maybe you want to get laid. Whatever it is you want, you are in play. Everyone else there is in play too. You are deluding yourself to think you are going to meet the true love you have been looking for at the club. You will most likely meet other players, just like yourself.

So back on the friendly neighborhood craigslist, a clueless player laments.

This guy is a complete asshole. I met him a couple months ago at a club downtown. I don't even know why I was attracted to him, but somehow I ended up at his place getting fucked in the ass, and then the dickhead didn't even call me for two weeks! Then we started seeing each other a bit, I thought it was going great. Should have known better because I just found out he had a threesome with two of my friends! When I confronted him about it he wasn't even apologetic; he just laughed and said I could be in the next threesome. WTF!? 

His name is John, but everyone calls him Fox which only adds to his self-absorption. He thinks he has the right to be self-absorbed because he is a musician and runs his own company (which isn't even all that big), he doesn't care about anyone but himself, he lies and uses people, and somehow he's able to trick people into thinking he's cool, at least until they get to know him. I hate this guy SOO much for the way he played me, and I know he's done it to other girls too. These photos are him with some of the sluts he's hooked up with (or girls he's played, who knows which). I want to see him pay...His number is eight five eight seven o seven five four nine six, let's force him to change it, ladies! 

I did this tart a favor and advanced her a needed clue about the true nature of what she was doing.

Uhhhh....sweetheart! Yoo hoo, is anybody home there. You met him at a club and "somehow" ended up at his place "getting fucked in the ass". NEWS FLASH! You were playing too! Take it from a player who has been played back, we all play to some degree. It is when we get all delusional about what we are really doing that we get burned. Did you really think that some guy you just met and got to plow your back forty was the love of your life? Let me gift wrap you a clue here. He wasn't. You are just seething because he found several better playgrounds than the romper room you have to offer. Too bad. Get over yourself. 

Love, Ginny