I've always been afraid of being "that girl." The girl who gets tricked into hooking up with a guy before he goes and laughs about it with all his dudes: the Tucker Max girl.
To avoid this, I've even gone to extremes, at one point declaring with my best friend that we would get revenge for all the girls who spent the night giving blow jobs, and receiving only a false sense of security in return.
Last year I found myself in a situation where I couldn't figure out who got checkmate. A friend of mine (also the hottest man I know) from work that summer had a party at the end of winter break, which I attended.
We found ourselves sharing a bed later that night, as there was conveniently no room on the couch. We spent the next half hour lying to each other, trying to see who would be fooled first. He wanted to hook up with me and make me believe that he cared about me. I was aware of this and was trying not to lose, although I also wanted to hook up. My plan was to make him care about me by pretending I cared about him.
He began by asking for a massage. I said he had to show me how because I didn't know.
He needed me to comfort him. After dropping out of community college, he had no idea where his life was going. I said he was the most talented person I knew and that great things would happen.
He lamented that he was single, and said his "player" past was a result of a broken heart and a search for the right girl. I told him I knew what kind of girl he needed … one who cares (obviously me).
We were both idiots.
About one hour later I turned away dramatically, saying that I knew this was the end of our friendship. He stroked my face and said, "I will always love you, as my best friend." I told him I'd never forget him.
Afterwards, we were both confused. If we both had the same underlying goal (to hook up), why were we trying to trick each other into it? In recent months, I've become saddened by it. Why must men and women play this game, instead of just being honest about what they want? Because we decide to approach each other in this way, we both lose.
I managed to forget the confusion and moved on without a resolution, until one day I found my prize. In search of a video game to play, I found the original "Star Ocean" game. Guess who I borrowed it from and never returned it to?
Game, Ev.
Everdeen Mason is The Lantern Editor in Chief. She can be reached at mason.388@osu.edu.
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