The Game's Over, So Just Move On... right?

Ah, but there's always OT.

And sometimes, the penalty shot.

How come in pretty much every other aspect of my life am I always anxious for things to be over? At most games, I f-l-y out of them, rushing out to meet up with friends or even just head home. Soon as that buzzer rings and the clock counts to zero, there I go ... all packed up and ready for the post-game fun.

So why can't I do the same with a guy?

It's this stupid game of love. It's so much more complicated than the X's and O's played out on a field.