Alternate Title: The Way I Play DotA and Poker is Also The Way I Love
Subtitle: P*TANG INA! SATC and Grey’s Anatomy Marathons are EEEVIL!

I’m a pretty aggressive person who does and say things when and how I want to do and say it. I curse more than the average person, and I go out and do things that my relatives aren’t proud of. In fact, they cringe at most of the things I do. One recent conversation with my relatives pointed to me as having inherited most, if not all, of the bad habits of my aunts and uncle: academic underachievement, drinking, gambling, and more. I’m a bad girl, I know.

But when it comes to love, I am no bad girl and no aggressor. I love the way I play DotA. As a DotA player, I play support most of the time. I take care of my teammates and make sure they look and perform well. And by golly, I am the same way in most relationships. I’m a nurturer. I take care of people. (SHUDDAP!) I make sure they eat on time, do things the right way, and do the things they have to accomplish. I think I was more of a mother figure to my ex, than a girlfriend. And yeah, this is the same for my past boys, boylets, flavors of the month, and such. Haller! Swerte nila, mga leche!

As a support player in DotA, I often end up without gold or items. I spend money on making sure that the map is warded, and my teammates are able to farm, gank, and push without hassle. And if I do get any items, it’s an item to support my team’s gameplay. Same with my love affairs. I take care of the other person, and forget about myself. I care too much about him and us, that I don’t take time and exert effort to take care of myself. Boooo!

I probably need a man who can take care of himself, somebody who does not need me to take care of him. Hi there established, stable men! WHERE ARE YOU?!

In the poker club, I am known as Miss Check and Call. When the cards aren’t right or I don’t get the feeling it will win, I fold. But when I get good cards, even when I’m sure to win, I rarely bet or raise. I just check, check, check, and call when somebody else bets or raises. I rarely go all in. I only do so when my stack is low and my cards are sure to win. Yes, I’m no aggressor. I need a man with balls. OF STEEL. Who will coax me out of my safe zone, and get me to bet on him. I need somebody willing to bet on me.

This is probably why, like Carrie Bradshaw, I “choose the wrong men.” Because I usually call on the few who bet on me, even if they’re no good. And apparently, the good men… I scare them away. That’s what people say. And the wrong men? Apparently, I challenge them so much, that they are the ones who take a chance on me.

I am Miss Play Safe. I rarely flirt or show motive, not even when I really like a guy. Especially when I really like a guy. You’d know I like you when I go quiet and shy around you. LOL! I need you to bet on me, and wait for me to check and call your bet.

I might have strong convictions and a woman of action when it comes to work, politics, and many other things, but when it comes to love, I am quite passive and a safe player. So the burden’s on the guy. But you know that when you bet on me and I call your bet, you are lucky. Modesty aside, I’d like to think I’m a pretty good girlfriend. I’m a nurturer, ya know. I’d take care of you the way I take care of my teammates.

So what you waiting for Mr. Balls of Steel, bet on me, don’t you? And get some of this nurturing I have to offer. 😛

By the way, this is also subtitled: “Scattered Thoughts of a Woman having her Monthly Period.” 😛