A man had left a Czech village to seek his fortune. Twenty-five years later, and now rich, he had returned with a wife and a child. His mother was running a hotel with his sister in the village where he'd been born. In order to surprise them, he had left his wife and child at another hotel and gone to see his mother, who didn't recognize him when he walked in. As a joke he'd had the idea of taking a room. He had shown off his money. During the night his mother and his sister had beaten him to death with a hammer in order to rob him and had thrown his body in the river. The next morning the wife had come to the hotel and, without knowing it, gave away the traveler's identity. The mother hanged herself. The sister threw herself down a well. I must have read that story a thousand times. on the one hand it wasn't very likely. On the other, it was perfectly natural. Anyway, I thought the traveler pretty much deserved what he got and that you should never play games. - excerpt from Camus's L'etranger.

Playing games is always dangerous.

At the beginning of my relationship with one of my boyfriends, I thought to surprise him for Valentine's day. I ordered a rose through the college charity program, with the attached card reading, 'happy valentines from a secret admirer.' That evening I walked over to his place, quite proud of my sweet idea. He greeted me happily and we chatted for a while, but he never mentioned the rose. I finally broke down and asked him about it and he turned crimson.

He had thought it was someone else, and to not hurt me (or maybe to pursue the other person as well) he had decided in favor of not telling me about it. I, of course, got really upset and told him that he should never lie to me. He got mad thinking the entire idea had been a test to see if he'd be forthcoming or not. Which it wasn't. I had merely tried to be exciting and sweet. Needless to say, I had failed miserably.

Since that day, I've been extra careful not to play games. I feel that honesty is the best policy in a relationship of any kind. If I don't like someone what's the point in my working so hard to make her feel otherwise? If my boyfriend is interested in seeing other women, why should we continue to date? If I feel the need to lie or make up truths to keep up a relationship, I'm afraid what we have is not a relationship.

So, with me, brutal facts are all you get. I won't act like I like you if I don't. When dating, I never did the 'oh I should wait till he calls me first' thing. If I like him, I'll call him. If he likes me back, great, if not, oh well. I don't have the time to waste on misunderstandings. I can't keep track of how many days I need to wait till it's appropriate for me to call. I can't be bothered with thinking of good lies. I won't act nice if you make me feel bad and I won't act demure when I feel happy.

Life is too short to play games.

Previously? Fame and Fortune.