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I'm only 19; this makes me young, naive, and utterly ignorant to the ways of the opposite sex. Everyone says, "That boy only got one thing on his mind...and it starts with s." It actually took me forever to get what word started with an "s" that boys were always thinking about. But I recently met this guy, the kind of guy whose smart, funny, an artist. Someone you might swoon over- well someone I might swoon over. We hit it off.

And then I showed interest, maybe too much interest. Saying hello, wanting to hang out, telling him he was beautiful.

When I admire something I stick to it; I praise it, I nurture it, I defend it. Whatever IT may be. And I suppose to the opposite sex affection is a turn off.

Simple matter; I was invested and he wasn't. And it hurt...like a bitch. Found out later he was talking to some girl who was willing to love him...physically and without love.

The indifference that I showed him after was just a facade, just a game.
Like the game he introduced me to.

And you know what, he had the nerve to do? He had the nerve to want me when I was done. The opposite sex shouldn't play games.

The outcome is a language of jumbled commotion and no honesty.