The beginning of the end.

Recently, my fiance and I have gotten into a few tiffs. It's usually the same argument - "You don't care about anything I care about!" "You never pay attention to me!" So we're trying to find ways to right these wrongs. After all, that's what you do when you find the person you want to share your life with. You adapt. Well, I never anticipated the change I was going to have to make. I thought this fight might end differently...Perhaps he would realize he should not only go shopping with me, but also buy everything I wanted. Instead, I was promising to learn to play VIDEO GAMES. Sigh. I really, really do not know how I got myself into this mess. Honestly. If there was ever a person that would be least likely to play video games, I would be even less likely than the least likely-ist. I'm not kidding. I hate everything about them. I can't even walk straight without falling down. How am I supposed to control some other thing when I can't even control myself! And when I say I have no coordination - I mean I have negative coordination. Like when I was created, they took more from me than possible, and I now have a deficit. Let's not forget that these games give me a monstrous headache. And seriously, why do you have to kill everything in sight? Like why can't there be a video game where you plant trees and set dolphins free from captivity? I would play a game like that all day long.

SO today fiance and I went shopping. I needed some new bras, and he came along for the ride. Don't worry though - he's not the creepy guys standing in Victoria's Secret - seriously guys stop going in the Lingerie stores or departments - you're not impressing anyone. He sat outside on the benches and played Angry Birds on his cell phone. He didn't call me once to see if I was ready to leave or anything. It was completely ideal...except I did have to pay for them myself - baby steps, I suppose! After the shopping trip I was on cloud nine. Not only did I leave with three very kick ass bras - I had a peaceful trip with no fighting and no rushing! Incredible! So I knew what was coming my way next. He was going to want to play video games. When we got home I hung out with his mom and watched some Glen Beck, which if you knew me, you'd know that was a desperate act. I hate Glen Beck. I love his mom though - don't get confused. Anyway, Glen got done ranting, and it was time to face the firing squad. He stopped playing the StarCraft 2 Beta (thank goodness) and started to play the new Halo Beta. Instead of playing, I just watched. I tried to be annoying and overactive in the hopes he would tell me to stop watching. This, however, did not work. I rooted him on and told him to watch out. I did the "Ohhhhs" and "Ahhhhs" but nothing deterred him. The night is still young, and I'm fairly certain I'm going to have to play StarCraft later. This is where the Zergs come in. Don't know what a Zerg is? ME EITHER! But I'm sure I'll be able to school you on it later. The night is young, and I know he'll be calling me to play anytime now...


EDIT - I have just been informed that Zerg is already plural. Shame on me.