Love Fiction: The book...My Life

In 2001, I was working the night-shift talking to my co-workers about the "playa" lifestyle I lived for many of years. So many women, many sleepless nights driving from one woman's house to the next, game playing with a slice of manipulation, someone was going to get hurt(usually the woman), and someone would get the props (me). As the conversation with my co-workers moved forth into explicit acts that I am ashamed of now, a thought rained on my spirit-I was fictionally-loving these women. It wasnt about love. It wasnt about companionship. It wasnt about making a woman happy. It was about selfishly getting all I could get out of the situation. And in the process, I lied, cheated, and hurt several people. Did I care? Yes and No. I love women. But I loved my manipulative spirit even more. My attitude was if I get into her mind...Game Over.
My mother did not raise me to be a liar or a cheat. But being a "playa" was all that I knew, lived and breathed the playa game. Years later, now look at me...
...So you are probably asking what does this have to do with the book LOVE FICTION: A Journey Through Its Truths?
You see, I could write a novel and brag egostically about my past quests, but in order to live life accordingly, I had to lose something that I loved, in order to gain something that was lost.
What did I lose in the process? Well...June 4th, 2008...you will be able to find out.
My question to all-Look at your current or even past relationships, LOVE FICTION, are you living in it or playing a part with it?