Rebel of love

I am a rebel of love.

There are so many rules in love we have to follow these days. Someone told me once about the “72 hours” dating rule. It means that when you meet a guy, if he texts you, never text back before 72 hours, so that you don’t sound desperate. How stupid is that ! I never apply any rules in matters of texting. If I have time and see the text, I text back. Sometimes it takes longer, sometimes it is just minutes after. Once I had a drink with a guy. He asked me: “Why did you accept to have a drink with me right away ? You did not wait 72 hours to answer. It seems that you are not very busy”. Wow ! He apparently knew that rule. The drink lasted less than 30 minutes, I told him that actually I was very busy and had to go. I had saved myself some time. In less than 72 hours, I knew that there was nothing to pursue with a guy who preferred waiting.

Then there is the rule of “play hard to get”. What can it change anyway ? If the guy doesn’t like you, you can play hard to get, never say “yes”. You play hard to get for nothing then, he doesn’t care anyway.

I never follow any rules. I always think that the quicker you know how the guy feels about you, or how the story “smells”, the quicker you get the idea and can decide to go for it or to move on. ┬áIt is useless to keep the game open when it is not meant to be.

Funny thing is somehow I still believe that love is a big game. Some like the “simple” game with well-established rules right at the beginning, others play but are afraid to get burned. Some see love as a poker game with all the possibilities to cheat and yes, we can somehow lose a fortune over it. You can bet all you have, you can bet your heart and your soul, the other person might follow you with everything he has on his side or just leave the table when he has nothing to offer. The best game for me would be at the end the two persons leave the table and say: “it was a damn good game, and now we could use all this money to live our lives together.”

I am a rebel of love because it is the only time I play games. I only bet at this poker table. I would give all my heart. I would give any penny I have to give the thrill and the passion to the game, even if it will leave me broke. It would be the only time that an empty pocket would fill up my heart.

Unfortunately, most of the times, the game always ends a bit earlier than planned. The other person doesn’t want to bet, is too scared to bet and finally prefers to stay on the safe side. The game becomes quickly very boring for both parties.

I am a rebel of love because I don’t follow rules but I realize I can’t change the world. I can’t change the mentality of nowadays’ rules of love. You cannot survive if you are the only one being spontaneous, direct, truthful or sincere. I don’t put my heart right there on my sleeve but I don’t hide it when it feels something. At some point, I should reconsider my thinking and position. I might have to stop rebelling. My heart has a limited capacity of accepting full passionnate game too. I might have to slow down from now on.