I was once in love with a gamer.

He was (is) an amazing man, don’t get me wrong. Just, as it turns out, not for me.

Because, when it comes right down to it, I could not handle the video games.

It’s like although we were monogamous (functionally, anyway), I was a sidepiece in our home.

If the VIDEO GAME was happening, I did not exist.

If I did somehow assert myself, I was brushed aside for the VIDEO GAME.

Reading this, it can sound borderline abusive.

It wasn’t.

I liken it to the absentminded professor type. If he was gaming, he was all in, and even if he MEANT well, he was not going to be able to drag his attention away for…well, whatever.

Food? It got cold.

Conversation? Later…usually MUCH later.

Outdoor activities? On my own.

Sex? Yeah, even that.

And even after years, I never understood someone who would consistently want to play a video game over having the best sex he had ever had (as he described it).

I understand that our libidos were probably VERY different.

And obviously, our priorities.

And I do know he loved me. I don’t doubt that.

However, I chose to go, and he still games.

smiles

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Another note, because I don’t want you to think I’m knocking him. I’m not. And I’m also not a victim. I chose to stay when I did, and when I broke up with him, it wasn’t over video games, and I set no ultimatums.

I think this just illustrates that amazing people are sometimes not right for each other, and it could be something relatively innocuous that gets in the way.