Men and the games they play?

No its not a misprint.

Men are the ones that play games. Not women. Ok maybe I am generalising here but I believe men play the games, hold all the cards, hide everything up their sleeve.

I don't play games.

I have no patience or need to play games.

The only problem is I assume that the man I spend my spare time with (and these days we are quite limited on how much free time we actually have) would not be a gamer player. I make this reasoning because I believe I am a good judge of character and can spot a liar when I see one. After all that's part of my job.

As I get back on the dating scene I am starting to think I might have the wool over my eyes... or someone is putting it over my eyes.

Men say the right things, act the way you want them to act but are they really what they seem?

I don't mean to cast assertions but the past few months I have gone on several dates and every single man has played a game.

That game could be 'oh I love reading books' (truth, 'is a newspaper a book?), 'I love travelling' (truth 'I spent a year in London and never went travelling because no one would come with me'), or 'I love a good drink' (truth, 'jeez are you a bit sad for not getting pissed').

This happened. I kid you not.

The last one was from the mouth of an idiot... I'm sorry a boy – in the army – who felt that the fact I didn't get drunk every weekend was a reflection of my apparent sad life. He truly was an idiot and only emphasised the stupidity that is recruited in to the army. I pray the woman who ends up with that potential alcoholic. Although if she does she choose him as her partner in life and possibly the father of her children then her character should also be judged.

The other man, whom I had two dates with, seemed independent at first until he said he spent a year in London but never actually crossed the Channel to see Europe because he didn't want to travel on his own. Nor would he buy a house on his own as he didn't want to do that on his own either. This screams two things – one he is completely and wholeheartedly dependent on other people, or his a mummy's boy. Two things that not attractive whatsoever.

So when I sat there contemplating how I would avoid a third date, he sent a text message expressing that there was no chemistry between us and that he would like to be friends. Phew!!!

I am not even going to mention the first one.

Without giving too much away – I write for a living – so when a man says is a newspaper a book I am inclined to hit him with something hard. I sat there for less than fifteen minutes (it was as long as I could stand) before making an excuse about a deadline and then making a run for it, literally.

They all said the same thing. Oh I am really interested, you seem so interesting, blah de blah blah! I stopped listening.

As I said, I don't have any patience for idiots. With that, I am willing and wanting to meet men and broaden my knowledge, experience and horizon but when you are dealt with loser, after loser, after loser... you get disheartened.

I am just tired of games.
And if you don't play, what hope is there for a match?

What if all men play games? Oh dear god that thought is something I do not wish to think about as I don't see it not fun, a sport, or anything in between.

Not too worry... I am sure there is a man out there who can, and will, challenge me in all aspects.

I just have to get past all the game players first!

FYI - Just to let you know, the policeman emailed me a week ago to apologise for his tardiness and then wrote about the weather and how it had been lovely on the weekend. Boring! Why bother emailing me about the bloody weather! What do I care.

Two words... Game player!!!