Girls or Games

Tonight I sat down in my computer chair and began writing an essay for an advertising class. The assignment research lead me to an advertising website, which linked me to another advertising website, which linked me to Gamestop.com, which distracted me from the essay that within seconds I stopped writing to focus on this post. Yet again, there I sat. Thinking about video games. Avoiding my homework. And pondering the reason my video game play-time during the last three weeks was less than twenty minutes.

Girls. That’s right, girls. Well, one particular girl, anyway. Why is that? Why, when I start dating someone, do I forget about video games? I know they’re there, but they seem invisible. As though Katy—or Jenny—or Christina—or Michelle—whoever she may be—suddenly becomes a black hole in my video game universe, sucking all video game pleasure into her dark oblivion.

And the worst part? I love it. What kind of guy would I be if I didn’t? Sure, I have to relinquish a small amount of my “hardcore gamer” status. But it’s all in the name of love (or hormones (who really knows the difference?)). Any man, when presented with an opportunity for making-out, must take it. Even with titles out there like Modern Warfare 2 and Assassin’s Creed 2. Yes, in my mind, they compare to the passion of love. But I’d rather protect my masculine identity than encourage the nerd in me.

And so I do. Modern Warfare 2 and Assassin’s Creed 2, you’ll just have to wait. And I know you will. You’ll be there waiting for me when I’m ready. Girls may come and go. Flowers may live and die. But not you. Oh no, not you. You’ll be there in the end, until the end. Our bond is strong. Our relationship eternal. Until I’m single again, I bid you farewell. I’m sure plenty of other gamers will take advantage of your magnificence while I'm busy taking advantage of my dating life.