I had a very good game with a girl gamer on XBox Live the other day, as a matter of fact, and she was surprisingly good. She scored right in between Big Foot and the Tooth Fairy.
Then she made sandwiches, provided me with a lot of non-judgemental, emotional support for a variety of my goals, and didn't make everything out to be about her at all. You might say she was the perfect girl.
Then Santa Claus flew in through the window on the back of Iron Man and gave me a high five while handing me an Xbox One, which the altruistic, patient, and independent girl was actually okay with, not forcing me to return it up Santa's chimney, as she understood how meaningful and enjoyable games are to my life and are totally not an unproductive total waste of time.
Have you told your wife about this mistress of yours? ![]()





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