Life is not just only a game, its love V.2

In the game of life things are easy. Your life essentially boils down to a spinning, fate deciding wheel and life tiles, which mysteriously fail to come in to play until the end of the game. (A fix to social security: "Congratulations, you paid your mortgage off: Collect one LIFE tile!") From the start you choose college or no college, forgoing a higher paying job but eluding serious debt. All is well on your journey over plastic mountains and airbrushed fields until you hit the "Marriage Tile." (Inconsequently, LIFE does not recognize living in your mothers basement/ girl friends parents basement as a form or existence.) Until the marriage tile, the game is fairly realistic: college does cost you lots of money but rewards you with a higher paying job and, I am not alone in believing this, there could quite possibly be a cosmic wheel numbered 1-10 deciding my future. But no, LIFE makes marriage simple. They take out all the guess work. 27 spaces in, a feat possible by 4 spins (!), and you are married. All you have to do is pick any one of the multitudes of Pink/Blue persons and there you are, married. No dating, no fighting, no "Just friends" or "Not a good time for me", LIFE is freakin' straight to the chase.
Now, maybe I'm just jaded but it seems to me that Their (Hasbro?) rendition of love is anything but true. Living in the world of LIFE we would all end up like Thom Yorke buying lots of fake plastic trees from fake plastic girls. (Yes, florist is an acceptable profession for a young unmarried LIFE girl) You see, the real life game of life is much more complicated in this aspect. Girls, for a reason unbeknownst to me, always seem to be ready with a battery of excuses. Maybe when dads aren't looking, moms pass down age old traditions of rejection. But enough of my blabbering, time for some good ol' fashion role play, and no you can not be Heath Ledger. Say you meet a girl, not your ordinary girl type but alas alluring. You find out that one of your friends knows her (SCORE!) and she sets you up. Time goes on and the two of you have become good "friends" and have many inside jokes (Double Score!). Eventually, you come to a cross roads. Now, all guys know the feeling. The lump that develops in your throat, trouble sleeping, a sudden desire to work out and listen to John Mayer. Its as if every song on the "Room For Squares" album was written for you. Approaching the girl is easy, but speaking is a wholly different story. Ill save the small talk, but to surmise: you tell her you would follow her off a cliff if she jumped or some other ridiculous situation. (What is it with guys in love and suddenly becoming insane and impossible to make rational judgements. I.E.: The shutdown you are about to receive) Now, you don't notice it at first but when you come to the climax of your speech that you practiced on your mom/dog, you notice she didn't climb the mountain with you. Then it hits you. The two of you aren't even on the same mountain. She's at base camp at another mountain while your sounding your barbaric yalp over the rooftops of the world. This is the real game of life. No store or game board to stop you dead in your tracks and force you to find your soul mate. You might think to yourself, "Damn this guy needs prozac." But fear not, I have found the solution: Write a blog!

More to come, stay here and see what happens.