Being the super gay that I am; I tend not to like sports, games, competitions or whatever. Even in school I would avoid games at all costs. There are many times when I had 'forgotten' my sports gear during P.E. just so as I don't get to play sports. I was more willing to pertake in the punishment of writing 1,000 lines of; "I'll never forget my P.E. kit again". It was a lot better for me doing that punishment than having to kick a ball and embarass myself infront of the whole class. As an adult I still don't like games, I think.
The only thing I do that can remotely be likened to sport is searching for hot bargains in TK Maxx. I can spend hours looking for the perfect jeans or shoes in the big piles mess in TK Maxx. It can be very frustrating to go through enourmous amounts of crap but once you find that perfect pair True Religion jeans at 60% off; it's heaven. It feels like victory, i feel the same way that Serena Williams felt when she won the championship at Wimbledon. Scoring that perfect jeans is my equivalent of getting the perfect trophy. However other than my fashion games in TK Maxx; I'm not into playing games. Or am I?
So, there is this guy that I have known for more than a year now. We became somewhat friends through a friend of mine. He is an interesting guy; he is smart and fairly good looking. Most of all the guy knows how to capture my imagination and raise my interest.
However there is one slight problem; he likes playing games - head games that is. Through all this time he has been flirting with me and I've been encouraging him. I mean why not? The guy is surely interesting.
The thing is; I have also been participating in these games. I didn't get into it willingly but I have now found myself in a middle of a match that I can't get out of. The guy is a smooth talker and a master in body language. His eye contact alone gets me week in the knees. Isn't it funny how simple eye communication and that subtle touch can be more effective than actual words and actions?
He likes whispering things into my ear, his excuse is that it's noisy in the bar. So when he wants to tell me something, he would press his chest on mine and wrap his hands around my back, He would then put his lips on my ears and start talking. As he talks I can feel his lips om my ears giving me a slight tingle. After that he would back off and watch me blush and melt away as he stares intensely into my eyes.
I have noticed a certain pattern going on. Whenever I see him he tends to pay a lot of attention but as soon as I show any interest he backs off. It's like he likes giving me pleasure and pain at the same time. He makes me feel good by giving me all these sexy vibes and then he takes it all away.
What worries me is that now I have started playing back. Whenever I see him I flirt for dear life and as soon as I get him hooked; I drop him down. Weirdly enough is that I'm actually starting to enjoy this game and I'm becoming a lot better at it. What is happening here? Is this some sort of male ego issue? Is it some sort of power struggle? The one holding the balls wins? Does he like me and do I like him? I'm confused.
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