To Steal A Guy

There is an art to stealing the man you like, I am told.

I liken it to a Tango. How strategic everything must play out, between feet and hands, where skin touches, and eyes meet.

You need a mischievous-like characteristic. A part of yourself that wants trouble.

I think we all want a little trouble in our lives. A little bit of drama that makes us feel special. Different. Wanted. Think of how boring life would be if it were perfect. Just imagine: You walk outside, barefoot on the grass, and there is no dog-doo on your lawn. Next, while walking to your garden, there are no bees to sting your nose as you lift flowers to your face. The grass is mowed, there is no garbage along your road, and absolutely no dead fish in the lake to fill your nostrils with it's vile smell.

You go to work and enjoy it immensely because everything arrives on time, deadlines are made, guests are courteous and understanding while associates correctly give information, and no disaster of a project going amiss. You drive home with no traffic. Dinner was easy; the dishes, no chore. You do a walk with the dogs in just-perfect-temperature weather. You don't even sweat.

And you drink some tea before slumbering perfectly in your bed for eight hours. You're up the next day to do it all over again.

This would go over well for about two days. And then our minds would say, "Fuck this shit." and start complaining that we are bored--drama out of boredom.

I once caught myself complaining that while laying luxuriously on an inner tube, it wasn't fully pleasant because the sun would keep getting in my eyes. I had to restate my sentence as soon as I heard it leave my lips.

And maybe that's why people want the extra trouble. There's something to taking what's not yours, despite the many who claim "all's fair in love and war."

What does that even mean? Does that mean that taking a man from a relationship is justifiable? Does that mean causing strife in those situations is worth it? What is the point in which someone would look at the affair (no pun intended) and see that this outcome was best?

We watch these blockbuster films in which the couple finally gets together--a kiss as our last image, and nothing else. What about that other side? Or, we do see that other side, and you know what makes it okay? The other partner was a huge dick/bitch, so they deserved what came to them. Things tend to be a lot more complicated than that.

But here's my question: Do you want to be the one with the guy who left a girl for you?

Follow up question: What's to stop him from doing the same thing to you?

Which leads to: Shouldn't there be some time between? Maybe there are some statistics one could look up on lasting relationships in which one of the partners was stolen from a previous, and what caused their next relationship to be healthy.

Most of these questions seem to be irrelevant in matters of love (even lust). And maybe that's what the quote means--all is fair because one is not thinking logically with love. It's all a matter of the heart. Where morals can even be rearranged because of that feeling that aches in one's heart, where the only way that the ache stops is simply by seeing the smile from the one you like.

I once thought the only way to truly love was to allow the person to be happy. I never thought to question that my theory could still be true if the person were with me.

It's amazing what one is willing to reassess for love. Or, even truer, when one thinks that chance at love will never occur again.