I never thought I would ever, ever, ever in a million years have to compete with a game. I am not sure anybody can relate to this, but since my boyfriend/fiancée, Tony, is a year and some younger than me, he is a regular high school guy who obsesses a tiny bit over his play station..It used to be, back a year ago, that he'd obsess over one specificc game for a week or two, every single day he'd play it, then get bored and move on..to hunting or fishing, or movies, or sleeping, something else. Then, after another month or something, he'd play some other game for a week or two but once again get bored. Then, for Christmas, his little brothers, Nick, 8, and Nate, 6, get a ps2...those really skinny ones...which comes with a Ethernett cable...which connects that stupid little thin box to the internet...and sinceTony is the big brother, and Nick and Nate can't seem to keep from getting grounded from the play station, Tony keeps it in his room...he has been obsessing over this one stupid army-kill people game for over a month now. Allow me to tell you what he has done this past weekend...
Friday: no school.Woke me up, got me to get in the shower...from 11am until 5:00 he was on the bed playing that stupid game...he had to be to work at 5:15. He got home at maybe 9:30, stripped out of his work clothes and played the game until 5:00 in the morning...leaving me out on the couch, since I can not watch that game anymore...
Saturday: Wake up at 1pm because Tony has to be at work at 2:30. Immediately starts playing the game until 2:10. Got home at 8, played the game yet again until 4:45am, leaving me again on the couch.
Sunday: Wake up 9:15am, Tony has to work at 11am...(we were really short staffed at work this weekend) surprisingly, didn't make me get up, or start playing his game. BUT, he got home at 8pm, and jumped on his game the second he came home. I had to drive to Grand Ledge for work tonight, so I didn't get home until almost 11pm.
But it is now 1:30, and at about 1am, I decided that I hadn't spent enough time with my honey...expecially since I haven't gotten "any" in a full 7 days because of my little hospital incident..nervous to do anything "fun"...But, I figured, 'hey, I'm better now, why not.' And about a week and a half ago he said he wants to be "surprised"; ya know, not expect it...so I walked in there, sat on the edge of the bed and gave him a "look"...he had asked me to move. Apparently his "clan" he's in is having a challenge match against another little "clan". I believe he said he was a "FH" which stands for "fallen heros". He said "it's not like I don't want to, but I just want you to come back in a little while when I'm done..." So I am. And I think "a little while" will be in another week. OUCH! or as Kelso from that 70's show would say "BURN!!!" so whatever I guess.
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