I’m not a gamer. I’d love to be, but I’m not. I simply do not have the kills-things-with-gun, gene. I don’t have the make-the-character-walk-in-a-straight-line ability.
Way back in another lifetime, (I’ve been married for seven years and we dated for almost five before we got married- you do the math) I dated a guy who was a big gamer. I might have been the only girlfriend in history who greatly enjoyed it. I loved watching him play and longed to be a part of it.
Fast forward 13 years (okay fine, I did the math for you) I still want to be that gamer. I’m currently trying to convince said husband that we really do need to by an Xbox 360. Ya-huh! I totally will play with it! Na-uh! I will not get bored with it after a week!
I’ll keep you posted on my persuasiveness. I mean, seriously, being a gamer would make me that much geekier!
This was the only ‘real’ video game I was ever actually able to play. (Full disclosure: It took me two years to make it about halfway through the game…and I was totally proud of myself).