All Fun and Games . . .

"It's all fun and games until someone loses an eye . . . and then it's a sport."

This saying was introduced to my household by a friend of the family and has served us well for many years. My sister is probably the one who makes use of it the most. Except it's not usually an eye but a limb that is injured.

For the most part, I have to admit that I agree with the saying. It is fun until someone gets hurt. Sometimes it's still fun after that. But applying that to life situations changes things a little.

I'm at the point of my life when I'm ready for the right guy to come along. I would be ready to settle down and not be so fly away. I would love to be able to start creating a life with someone else. The only problem with this is the guys I meet aren't there. They still like playing games. For them, relationships, and life, are still fun and games. There is nothing wrong with that except that the stakes have changed. Instead of breaking a wrist, or losing an eye, it's a heart that gets sacrificed to this game. And once one has been lost, then the sport begins.

It's difficult to stay out of this sport. It's usually the men that are interesting and confident who are willing to play, and those are the only ones who are seen. When women look for a relationship, we always have high hopes like maybe we will be the one to change them. This typically leads to our hearts being the next mark on the score board.

After a few times of our hearts being added to a running tally, it's difficult to believe there are good men in the world who don't play games. The days we can find those, it's hard to believe that we're not being tricked again into just giving up our hearts one more time.

So maybe it is all fun and games. It's fun and games until someone loses a heart . . . and then it changes a life.