The Player on the "L" Word

It seems to be a gender phenomenon in the difference of the way we use the “L” word. In the defense of all men around the word, love can mean many different things. It is not necessarily a translation of “you are the only one for me and I’ll never look at another woman again”. Although, many times, when a woman speaks the word, this is what she means. I want to marry you, have your babies, meet your friends, shop with your mother and be the biggest part of your life. Men on the other hand can find meaning in love such as being horny, being tired, or just sick of fighting. It can be easier to just say it back. I’ve done it myself. Because really, how does one listen to a person say that they love you, and know that they mean it, and not say it back. It’s like if someone compliments the way you look and you slap them in the face and flick a booger at them. Very rude. And it’s not necessarily a lie. I’ve told two men I loved them when I wasn’t really “in love” with them. But I did LOVE them in my own little way, just not the way they thought I meant it. This is their own bad. They, as men, assumed that when I said it back that I meant it in the girly way and had suddenly decided to devote my life to their happiness. That’s bullshit. What about my happiness? Sure, you love me. But that still didn’t make you call yesterday when you said you would. And it didn’t keep you from dancing with that hooch at the club when you went out with your friends. And it doesn’t make you want to slip a four carat diamond on my finger does it? So, I will tell you I love you, if I deem necessary, to keep your ego afloat or simply, keep you from wondering why I don’t say it back.

A smart woman knows how to play back. Don’t get all wobbly-kneed and retarded just because he said he loved you. Talk is cheap and words mean nothing if not backed up by some serious actions. If your man claims to love you, make sure you can see it. Your friends can see it. People on the street look at you and know. Then, and only then, should you even consider throwing away the key to the treasure trove and declaring yourself off the market. Because, honey, god knows that even though he’s declared his love for you, he’s still waiting for the next treasure digging expedition to come along. This is how it works. So love all you want, partially. But don’t let three little words that come from a species that generally lies to protect his own ass at every turn make you into something that you are stronger than. Love and live. And don’t forget to live while you’re loving him. Just in case it doesn’t work out, you won’t be dead for the next one.