Can you spot that player among us? I thought I was savvy, knowledgeable, knew people, and could spot a player. Let’s face it: this is being written in the aftermath of being played and maybe my story will prevent another woman or man from being played by a cunning player.
Players don’t have a sign on their forehead stating the obvious. In fact, most players are nice people—overtly nice. They enjoy the game and will tell you (the playee) what they want to hear. Players seemingly can spot the weak in a crowd. Maybe the playees have a look, behavior, or mannerism that allows the player to make their move. I am not saying we are not intelligent people—far from it—we just lack self esteem, or may have just been through a bad relationship, or are looking for the right person. The player picks up on that immediately and hones in on what peaks our motivation to get involved with them.
Players know upfront what they want from the playee, whether it be physical, monetary or status. Players are users and are selfish immature individuals who do believe the world revolves around them.
In most cases players are exceptional liars, extremely good-looking, and intelligent; they can make a situation always go their way—even when they cancel a date—making the playee feel it was the best solution to the problem.
Most players are in a monogamous relationship in their mind, with many relationships being strung along on the side. The player’s monogamous partners usually have no clue. Now, in hindsight, if your new love interest is always so busy with work, reluctant to give you their cell number, or is slow to reply (or doesn’t reply at all), realize early on that chances are they are either married or just playing you for what they want from you. They will soon leave you once that is satisfied. Guard your personal information with your life and do not loan them money—you will never see that money again.
Players will break your heart. They will not look or think about you or the hardships they may have caused you because they are self-centered individuals. Call a player a player and chances are you will have them deny, deny, deny because not only do they lie well to others, they lie well to themselves. Players are those lonely people we see when visiting the aged who have no one in their lives. They, the player, have used everyone in their lives and have no one to call their own in their later stages of life.
The only final statement I can say is this: if your gut says this person may be a player, or too good to be true, take it slow and trust in your gut reaction.
