The Player
I am a fairly attractive and successful real estate agent, not having trouble meeting eligible men. I have a propensity for meeting the “player”, the guy that does everything right early on the courting process- handsome, polished and carries himself exceptionally well. I dated a guy for over a year, and learned that he’s continued to “play the field”, or dating others. I had continual feelings of discomfort, not knowing if he was sleeping with someone else, if I am in danger of contracting a communicable disease or jeopardizing my chances of having children.
I worked really hard to look good, please him and render him decisive that I would be “the one” he would ultimately select and settle down. I eventually grew tired of the game. I focused on more important characteristics in a long term partner, and recently met someone that was right, and enjoying a healthy and promising relationship with the prospects of having a family.
