My first love wasn't kind; he was simply someone who was nice to everyone. That's why I promised myself I wouldn't be fooled again. But the second man I've become entangled with is even more blatant. He’s skilled at handling people, doling out just enough interest and affection... another 'player' managing his field! Yet, something is strange. He’s clearly the same type, but he uniquely fails to draw a line with me. While he smiles breezily at others, he is pointlessly persistent with me. It feels like a joke one moment and obsession the next; it’s light yet oddly heavy. What are you? Are you just playing the field, or is this real? He’s a rogue, but strangely devoted!