- I'd make you fall for me (please remember, the 'how' is not important to academic theory so kindly resist from asking silly questions).
- I would ensure that fall is somewhat irrevocable. You know, no falling out. No moving on to the next thing that moves. Convinced that I am the one. That sort of nonsense. (This, assuming I was-the-sort-of-girl-who-plays-these-games, I would know how to do very, very well)
- I would wait for appropriately dramatic moment. One is bound to turn up sooner rather than later. You know, how you'd get up on stage in front of a million people and declare your undying love for me. Or you'd invest your life's savings into a ring and an expensive honeymoon and then come by to pop the question. (Given how important grand gestures are to me, I'm sure you'd think of something appropriate)
- I would then look you in the eye, smile a cheerful smile, and tell you to fuck off. And remind you that 'that' is what you deserve for playing hot-and-cold and screwing with my mind. That would also be the point when I'd hold hands with a man-much-hotter-than-you-are and walk into the sunset with him. Oh, and if it's pretty, I'd take your ring with me. (the end)
Seriously, it's a very good thing I'm not-the-sort-girl-who-plays-social-games. Na?