Love is just a stack of cards

I hate falling in love. Love sweeps you off of your feet when you least expect it, and it hurts you the most.

I’ve found myself fighting cupid a great deal lately. After a recent heartbreak, I’ve taken to playing the field. And I’ll be honest, I’ve become a player. Not a player in the traditional sense of stringing folks along and hurting them, but a player in a more literal sense. Sex, dating and romance is just a game of chance. So I’ve armed myself with a deck of cards, or potential suitors, and I pull them out depending on my mood.

I have a Jack, a King, a Spade, a Diamond and a Heart all neatly tucked away for my pleasure.

The Jack is the one you can have a lot of fun with. They are cute, and passionate in the bedroom, but just a little bit immature.

The King is that guy who treats you like royalty. The one who wines and dines you and, as much as you care about him and want to be more with him, you’re an emotional trainwreck who can’t handle a relationship. Or maybe that’s just my tragedy of a dating life.

The Spade is a good guy. He is the bad boy with a big ego, and the swagger to match it, not to mention the right tools in his toolbox to fix your pipes every time they need fixing. However, as sure as you are that the sky is blue, the Spade has three or five other cards he plays himself. He is strictly good for sex and showing off to your friends.

The Diamond is the gem of all the guys. He is sweet, sensitive, and likes talking about his feelings. He doesn’t mind watching “The Notebook” on a Friday night, and he isn’t trying to feel you up, even though you really want him to. He also is very clumsy in the bedroom but it’s so cute, you don’t mind teaching him.

Then there is the Heart. This guy is pure perfection, but, unlike the King, he just isn’t concerned about showing you material things and sweeping you off your feet. The Heart is that guy who is always under your nose. He is the best friend, the lab partner, the neighbor, the overlooked Diamond with the looks of the Spade and the maturity that the Jack lacks. Worst of all the Heart is the guy you’re meant to be with you but you’re too stupid to realize it.

It took me looking at my suitors as cards to realize just how stupid I was being. The best part about love is how vulnerable you are. As much as I know that I can’t decide what I want. I like playing with the Jack and the Spade the most. The King wines and dines me without wanting a single thing back, and the Diamond might get his heart broken. I just hope that when I decide to stop playing the Heart is still around.

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Sindy

2009 02 01

Jonathan Pacheco Tami’s an intelligent woman, but she also carries a bit of innocence, a trait that has aided her in her quest to help others, specifically as a guidance counselor. When the jaded people of Dillon deem someone to be a hopeless case, Tami has been the one to step in and have faith in that someone. Her belief in the good of others makes her a very trusting figure, which, in turn, enables others to trust her. But if she’s not careful, someone with Tami’s inherent trust can get herself into trouble by placing that trust in the wrong person. Such is the case in “How the Other Half Live,” where Tami befriends a very friendly woman who just happens to be J.D. McCoy’s mother. When Eric confronts his wife about the dangers of this friendship, Tami defends it. She insists that she’s not being played by the McCoys, but from what I can tell, that’s exactly what’s happening. To use the words of Bill Parcells, “Consider yourself sucked.” It’s not that the McCoys are malicious, but they’re powerful people who get what they want, even if it calls for a little manipulation. I’ll forgive Tami for this lapse in judgment because she was stressed and nearly at a breaking point.