Ahhhhh! Our small house rings with sound of cooking, caroling and giftwrapping.
My only complaint? It's difficult to concentrate on video games like Call of Duty 4 or Halo 3 with all of that ringing Christmas crap going on in the background.
Every married video game player faces the same conundrum. How do you fit quality time with your wife into your already hectic video game schedule? And when you're spending that quality time with your wife, what's the best way to pretend that you're not thinking about playing video games?
It' a question as old as Atari, my friend.
My personal strategy combines elements of chess, timing and a keen understanding of my wife's television-viewing habits. When I get home from work, I resist the urge to jump online and play video games. Instead I do something less intuitive - I help around the house. My wife notices this pretty quickly.
"You're not going to play video games?" she asks.
"No," I reply. "I figured we'd watch T.V. together on the couch. You can lay down and I'll rub your feet."
At this point, my wife senses the trap, but to no avail. For some reason, foot rubbing is like catnip for chicks. They can't resist it and my wife is no exception. She positions herself on the couch; I turn on the Lifetime channel which, when combined with foot rubbing, forms a potent cocktail unrivaled by even Valium. My wife is snoring within 15 minutes. Then, I go play video games for three hours.
If she asks the next day, I tell her that I rubbed her feet for about an hour and then went to bed early.
I mentioned my strategy to a fellow video gamer at work.
"I use a different strategy," he said.
He begins the same way I do, by watching television with his wife. He tolerates it as long he can and then, when he can't stand it anymore, he turns to his woman, looks soulfully into her eyes...
"...and then I touch her boobs," he said.
Her response is almost instantaneous. She doesn't even look away from the television.
"Why don't you go play some video games, baby?"
3 comments:
Hm. I must have a different catnip because I both hate foot rubs and most Television. In fact, we don't even have Television, we watch everything on DVD's. And, I probably play more video games than my husband. I guess I'm not really going anywhere with this. I just wanted to break the myth that all women go ga-ga for footrubs and Lifetime.
Catnip for me is a giant buttery biscuit bacon cheese burger.
This is Doll's husband. Just so she doesn't seem immune to carnal pleasures, I should point out that her "catnip" is horror movies and red wine. If she's saddled with those, I can work on my websites as long as I like. Heck, with enough wine, she may even knock on my door later to ask if I want to touch her boobs.
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