By Jessica May

As I walked out of the Stadium 8 theater Friday evening, I couldn't help but feel that sometimes life is a little bit unjust. I went with a few of my girlfriends, all students at Utah State. This story pertains to one in particular, and to be fair to all involved, we'll call her Amira.

She gasped as we entered the theater, finding that the supposed gentleman she had been dating was at the same movie. It's not so much that he could appreciate a good boxing movie without her, but the idea that he was enjoying it cuddled up next to some other clueless girl was a little disturbing.

To make it worse, as we left the theater, he had the audacity to walk right past us without so much as a nod or a smile. Caught in the act of deception, he completely blew her off.

Now, Amira is quite an amazing person -- the cute, bubbly cheerleader type, with a friendly personality, majoring in public relations. Very well rounded, Amira enjoys sports. She gets along with everyone and to top it off, she's probably one of the sweetest, most sincere people I have met in Logan -- the type of girl any guy would be lucky to end up with.

And then comes along the all-too-common "player," daring to take advantage of this great opportunity he's been given. He comes, taps into her emotional well with his words, with his promises, with his fun, genuine facade, and then he drains the well. He drains it as he leaves to find another full one. Equally upsetting is that she has fallen for him -- this guy who obviously doesn't treat her well, isn't close to her caliber of character and quite frankly, isn't worth her time.

This is the same scenario I see so many times -- fun, talented, independent women falling into the dreadful trap of an idea that they should settle on a man so completely unworthy of their attention.

What is disturbing is the speed and ease at which the talented women I speak of fall head over heels for such men. With the combination of intelligence and people skills, I would think a fine blend of people reading would be included, however, it seems to be these scandalous men they have a weakness for.

Who are these men I speak of? I am not trying to bash all men. Some are honest, honorable and have the greatest intentions -- we like to refer to these as our best friends! -- however, I'm talking about the men all women get suckered into falling for, the players. The men out there who feast on the confidence of independent, talented women. The men who feel a need not only to date several women, but to win each one over. The men who secure their own ego by way of charming, sweet-talking, and feet-sweeping the ungettable girl, only to drop her out on the doorstep the second he has succeeded.

Beware of these men, for today, they are not few and far between. And behind all their twisted tactics lies the same source -- the same underlying problem -- they simply don't know what they want. These are the men that take you to the ice cream store and want every single one of the 31 flavors. They simply can't be satisfied with Pralines ‘N' Cream . . . or Rocky Road . . . or Cherry Jubilee for that matter. They want to try them all, but not just one spoonful.

They want the whole scoop.

Little do they know that when they overindulge, they lose out, because all the flavors start to lose their zip. The women catch on, and once you pass up the perfect flavor for five others . . . you pass up the perfect flavor.