Too good at the game

Warning - this post might come off sounding a little self centered, it is not meant that way.

Tonight I had a couple of quick chances to "exercise" a muscle that I haven't really been using a lot lately - my flirting muscle. And as nice and as innocent as it was, it made me once again realize one thing - I'm too good at the game. Really. I can come, play and conquer if need be. I can twist wills and create illusions. I can up the ante while completely bluffing. I can do it with ease. It's scary.

I'm tired of it.

I just wanna be real.