It's all in the game

Last Sunday, the Gospel of John admonishing wives to submit to their husbands and for the husbands to love their wives the way Jesus loves His Church was read in churches all over the Philippines.

Expounding on the gospel, a parish priest in Metro Manila cautioned women in his homily to be very careful in choosing lest they marry a drug addict, a total bum or a mama’s boy who does not have the spine to properly raise a family.

Fools, the priest said, of the women who would delude themselves with the notion that with time they could straighten men with fatally flawed characters just by showering them with love and affection.

Here, Olivia Newton John’s classic song Have You Never Been Mellow comes to mind.  But there’s an altogether different breed of men whom the priest failed to warn his flock about. They are the Lotharios, the Don Juans and for the more vain GQ-reading metrosexuals, The Players.

They come with the above various fancy names (Lothario from the play Don Quixote and Don Juan from Mozart’s opera Don Giovanni) but they are of the same chameleon-like skin.

They are the seducers of women, the philanderers who have already perfected the Art of the Players in luring especially the young, the naïve and the provincial women to their perdition.

They are the most dangerous of all men to which Johnny Mathis sang : “Many a tears will fall, but it’s all in the game.”   Yes, for The Players, love is just a game of conquests, of moving from lap to lap to satisfy their narcissism, and to make them forget the emptiness of their own existence.

But at what cost? At the cost of shattered lives of women whose only fault was to fall for the wrong men.   Still, women are also very capable of playing this game and many have and many are into it. Ask Ashley Madison. It takes two to tango. –End-   

    

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