The Game of Love

He wrote as if it was about her.

This was his con. To make every “her” feel she was THE her. HIS her.

This was his gift and HER curse.

Because if you actually read the words and didn’t get caught up in the con, every word was about HIM and he said very loudly and very clearly: There was no HER.

He studied women. Spoke with women. Remembered women. So his sweeping generalities and flowing script cast a wide net.  EVERY woman could relate. See something of herself reflected. Their unhealthy mirror made them believe the depth of his knowledge was a show of his attention to and intentions with HER.

But his inbox was full of DM’s from so many HERS.  Because each one of them believed that what THEY shared was special, her response was sent to him privately. In his inbox. Email. Text message. His phone blowing up with the notifications. His ego swelling with each response.

And the con became a solid way of life.  The question is: who is he trying to CONvince?  Himself or all the otHERS?