Found this in an old thread
.... "letter from a player" which basically illustrates relationships that never existed:A letter for the ladies from a playa
> Dear Beautiful Woman
> I just wanted you to know that even though you were
> priceless, I made you
> feel like you were only worth a dime.
> Not a dime, meaning a ten, or perfect package for
> the men,
> I mean a dime, like a broke, bankrupt soul, stolen
> destiny and heart running
> I did this on purpose, but it did not start that
> way. I treated you like
> royalty, then I went in for the kill one day.
> Because to be a player is a science, not a cane and
> gangsta limp. Only your
> body`s not on the streets, it`s your mind that`s
> getting pimped.
> First I tell you that I love you, then I trick you
> into bed by promising you
> you`re the only one and get all tangled in your
> Then you`ll notice that I call less, but I have my
> excuses prewritten.You
> were once a confident Lion, now you' re a helpless
> little kitten.
> Since women are emotional, it is so easy to do. It`s
> been done since Adam
> and Eve, this playa s
h*t isn`t nothing new.
> Then just as you are at your breaking point, I will
> call you and ask you out
> for a surprise.
> I`ll stand you up once again knowing that you will
> stay at home and cry.
> But then I`ll call and say I am sorry, that I was
> working really late.
> When, in fact, I was fvking the hell out of my
> latest dinner date.
> When you come by, there will be candles and some
> nice light music in the
> I let you answer my phone calls to make you feel
> like leader of the pack.
> I told my boy to call in succession, like a hacking
> cough, and after that, I
> slicked ya and turned the ringer off.
> My cell phone is pretty crafty because you never
> knew I had two. There is
> one number for Janet and Kim, and a different
> number, for you!
> Now by the time you have gotten frustrated, I have
> just enough to say,
> `Oh baby, be supportive, I promise it`ll get better
> some day.`
> So you continue to put up with me even though your
> heart is being robbed.
> I have stood you up3 more times, but I blame it on
> my job.
> You will not find any numbers, and my voicemail
> you`ll never figure out.
> Because the password is changed daily, that is what
> a playa i
s all about.
> I have covered all the bases, but I should have been
> There is nothing more ferocious than a Woman that
> has been scorned.
> Yes I got your messages, and I heard you knocking at
> the door. But it would
> hurt you more to see the truth than to be ignored.
> You knew a girl was in my bed that night when you
> called, and you knew I was
> not at work, at the gym, or at the mall.
> And you knew that I was cheating, but you did not
> have any proof. And even
> if you did, you would still make an excuse.
> And the reason is so simple, because you love what
> you can`t have.
> There are guys that would treat you right, but at
> them, you scoff and laugh
> You knew I was not sh*t, when I walked up in the
> door. I promised you the
> world, and even so much more.
> But all I gave you were dozens of lies and plenty of
> reasons as to why. Many
> times, I wanted to tell you that you are too nice,
> so please leave my side.
> But the attention you gave was too good; you were at
> my beckon call. So call
> me a selfish bastard, I mastered how to make you
> Now that I am retired from this type of boyish
> lifestyle, I have grown up,
> had some hard lessons, I am no longer on the prowl.
> But to all you lovely ladies, protect your hearts
> from this disgrace. I am
> finished with the game but another will take my
> There is a playa
born every day, and 10 women who
> fall every hour. Please
> think with your mind, not your heart, so you can
> claim back your power.
> I suggest that you make me prove my self, and keep
> those gorgeous legs
> Until I show you I am a goodman and not a thorny
> stem, with no rose.
> So now that you have been taught, I apologize for
> this bad news. But just as
> I retired, someone else, stepped in my shoes.