Keep in mind, right now I'm watching Sex and the City, an episode from the second season called "Games People Play" which asks the question: Do you have to play games to make a relationship work?
My only response is: "Why the hell are you playing games?"
OK. I'm a married old hag. I just celebrated my seventh anniversary with Jeff -- the one and only man I've ever been with (yes, I know, get the "awwws" out before I throw up) and I have to say that if I ever played games, I wouldn't have been with him. But neither of us tolerate bullshit games well. I'm too old for that shit.
Actually, the last paragraph is a lie. I tend to play the "No, really, what are you thinking" game. It doesn't work. Jeff knows when I try that game. And then we both play the "I'm going to anticipate your next move and try to beat you to that to give you what you want," game, which turns into a strange strategic mental quasi-tango that results in both of us frustrated and exhausted from playing mental chess.
So the point of this little rambly rant? Just speak the truth. Much easier that way. But I hope that most people know that nugget of wisdom by now.