One of the games to play is the chase. Now, I know what people say: I don’t like playing games. But if you think that sex and romance is something other than fun and games, if it should be something less than playing, then what, I ask you, should sex and romance be? Sure, the idea isn’t to toy with people, but, rather, the idea is that you should enjoy yourself. Be mischievous. Explore. Dare. Play.
The bar chase is an entry level game to play with would be lovers. It involves being in a bar full of people you know and experimenting with the magnetism of attraction. Even in a room full of people, can you find me? Can I find you? Not in a “Where’s Waldo” sense of finding someone, but am I drawn to you despite thirty other people standing between us right now? Can I feel you four feet away from me, and can I not help but look over, and there you are.
And what would happen if I walk away from you. Do your eyes flit quickly across the room, scanning for my face. And when you see me, do our eyes catch. Am I the only person in this room right now? I am getting drunker and drunker, and I am waiting for you to grab me and tell me that we should leave right now.
But then there are the other times, when I completely forget about who it is I’m supposed to be wanting in this room. These are my bad dates and indifferent lovers, who I lose in the crowd as I amble towards the bar. Perhaps I am finding my friends too quickly, and it is getting hard to concentrate on my attraction to you when there is so much other stuff happening in this bar right now. We have lost the game of chase to extenuating circumstances that have nabbed my attention in lieu of you. I am laughing with the queens in the corner or I am chasing cocaine into the ladies’ bathroom. Incoming text messages have left a glazed over look in my eye, and eventually I will meander out of here without you, without saying goodbye, without wanting you, without asking you to come back with me, without an apology text message. The test of our attraction has lost at the game of chase. And instead I am chasing something else: anything other than you.