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Love Game

Of all the games I play and participate in, love is one of those that I have yet to capture that elusive championship win. I was reminded of that while watching and photographing a wedding over the weekend.

... and it also gave me hope. I might be able to win later in my life, with a woman that truly can understand, appreciate me, and love me.

I sincerely doubt it, though.

The pastor preached about seven lessons that each of them need to adhere to in order to ensure the marriage to last. The last of course was love. His words resonated with me. One sentence in particular is the limitless songs that speak to love.

The current one that played on Mark IV [named iPod] was Toby Keith, "Tryin' To Fall In Love".

"Tryin' To Fall In Love"

If women come a dime a dozen, I ain’t got a penny
Some guys are gettin’ way too much, some guys don’t get any
But if I had a nickel for every time I’d had enough
I’d still be busted and heartbroken still be tryin’ to fall in love

I fell in love with Linda she didn’t love me back
I went crazy over Chrissy, she went crazy over Jack
Maria down in Mexico, my Spanish Mona Lisa
Tried to fly her back to Texas but she did not have a visa

If women come a dime a dozen, I ain’t got a penny
Some guys are gettin’ way too much, some guys don’t get any
But if I had a nickel for every time I’d had enough
I’d still be busted and heartbroken still be tryin’ to fall in love

Bought Renee a dozen roses, all she did was make me beg
Displayed my love for Donna with a tattoo on my leg
There’s a tree where me and Carla carved our names with a pocket knife
But like our love it burned down with a lightning strike

If women come a dime a dozen, I ain’t got a penny
Some guys are gettin’ way too much, some guys don’t get any
But if I had a nickel for every time I’d had enough
I’d still be busted and heartbroken still be tryin’ to fall in love

Why does everybody say there’s lots of fish out in the sea?
When I’m swimming after women they’re all laid up on the beach

If women come a dime a dozen, I ain’t got a penny
Some guys are gettin’ way too much, some guys don’t get any
But if I had a nickel for every time I’d had enough
I’d still be busted and heartbroken still be tryin’ to fall in love
Yeah busted and heartbroken still be tryin’ to fall in love

Fantastic. A stark reminder that I'm still trying to win at love. This playa has hella losses to his name. Today's quotable quote was uttered by a co-worker, after witnessing me for the nth million time take care of someone else instead of myself.

"Geez, 'los, you need a wife!"
I fired back, "Tell me something I don't know..." I chuckled but only as a defense mechanism. The rest of the day I had a serious boulder on my shoulder about women.

Dating is so frustrating. Especially when I study the statistics about relationships that start at work, where you spend a fair amount of your time at. Then of course the statistics for divorce tell me a different story. 

And being a Pacific Northwest resident, I can add the layer of complexity of the Seattle Freeze, which is a real stigma that I don't have the time, energy, or inclination to vet that out on this post. Sweet Brown can tell you about how "Oh, Lord Jesus, ain't no one got time for that!"

The following will be a CLM in this game of love, but at this point, I don't care. If you really knew me, then you know how much of the crazy $H!T that tumbles out of my mouth I honestly don't mean. 

And if you don't know me, and don't wanna know me because I'm "too energetic", "difficult to understand", "talks too much", and lastly, "can't slow down to appreciate the other things in life"... that's your loss. I'm not gonna pine away for your affection. 

But I will fight to win at love. 

I just don't think I'll ever win. Whether now or in 20 years from now, which saddens me but releases me from expectation as well. 

'sides, aren't we told, "It's not whether you win or lose, but how you play the game". Well, baby, then don't hate the player... hate the game!

This has been your C Note. 

'los; out

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