The Prize

Too many thoughts roaming in my head. But they are crying one thing in unison: "Leave the Game". A friend died because of it. My friend…

I was having a break after a long walk after trying to find
in vain a stall where they sell personalized bracelet. I decided to park myself
on one of the marble stairs along the side of the mall so that I can think and
reorganized my thoughts on what course of action should I do next. In the midst
of my musing, I heard a sound. The sound I have been trying my best not to hear
again. The sound I have loathed since I first encountered it in my entire
experience. The sound I have been giving my utmost effort to undo.

The resonance of a lady shedding her tears.

If there is one thing I have learned in the convoluted harsh
world of the dating game, a lesson, I, and a few select people have learnt the
hard way, it is that the most agonizing pain one could experience is not to be hurt
by the one you love. It is rather, you, hurting the one who loves you more than
herself, more than her life - more than anything else in the world.

There are people who had scorned what I do. They think I
teach these guys “techniques” on how to seduce women, manipulate them, treat
them like some toy they can play with, and domineer these women into doing whatever
they want. One thing these people do not realize is that men also get hurt too
– a lot.

I know this one guy who fell in love with this particular girl. He loves
her so much that often times he would tell me that he’d do anything for this
girl. He is always there for her when she needs someone to be there. He cheers
her up when she’s down. He is always there to sincerely listen to every word,
to every frustration, to every pain she has gone through the day. He never
fails to show up. If she needs an angel, he’ll be her angel, if she needs a
handyman, he’ll be her handyman, if she needs a teacher, he’ll be her teacher.
To cause a smile to be drawn on her face, he told me, is the sweetest reward he
would ever have during the day.

Then one day, this lady ended up falling in love… but not to him.
She met this rich guy who drives a black BMW one night, and after two weeks she
told my friend that she had never felt special and alive until he met him. In
pain, my friend just forced a smile and told her to be happy with him. This
rich “cool” guy beats her. Treats her like trash. But still she loved him. My
friend was her console in time of need. If my friend would remind her to snap
out of it, she would always end up defending her boyfriend. Her boyfriend will
beat her up, she’ll run to my friend for solace, she’ll defend her boyfriend’s
action from him, then after all has been said and done, she would always end up
running to her boyfriend’s arms and all seem well again. Lather, massage,
rinse, repeat.

That same day I encountered the sniveling lady, I
happen to come across this message from an acquaintance:

Hanggang kailan ako magpapakatanga? Bakit ba kasi mahal na
mahal ko tong lalaking to. He had done nothing but hurt me…. but still I seem
to be unable to let go of him… I love him so much.

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Abby489

I am sick and tired of seeing fine men and women getting
hurt.

It is people like Abby and my friend that I even have this
job. The cold reality is that great guys like him are always being neglected in
the dating field. The “hot”, “sexy”, “beautiful” girls would never ever notice
guys like him. These “nice” guys feel a sting in their hearts that the one they
love might always be waking up with the wrong man in bed every morning.

This… is why falling in love is so fucking hard. These
loving and hurting women deserve great guys like my friend. And guys like my
friend does not deserve being treated like bullshit gas refilling stations. I have
rejected “clients” who only wants to “bang” ladies and leaves them for naught
and feeling used. I have found life’s meaning in this and I would never regret
doing this. I am giving guys like my friend a fighting chance out there in the
field. So that great women like Abby, might end up with guys who rightfully
deserve her. Someone who would genuinely love her, treat her with utmost
respect, and give her the paramount care that all delicate women are worthy
of.

                                          * * *

As I can no longer bear how her sobs is tearing my heart. I
immediately ran through the nearest convenience store, bought some pocket
tissue (as I have noticed she is wiping her tears with her hands) and went back
to her.

Unfortunately, she was gone.

She will be just another casualty in piles in the eyes of
the cold, sterile realm of the dating game. I, on the other hand, see her as a
very special lady who deserves better.

- The Prize