It’s midnight. Do you know where your husband is? I can tell you where mine is. Standing in line, outside GameStop with a bunch of 14 year olds, waiting to get his copy of Halo 3 that he pre-ordered.
We actually had a date night tonight. We got a babysitter and went to a fancy shmancy steak restaurant. You know, one of those kinds of restaurants that re-folds your napkin when you get up to go to the bathroom. There we were... pretending to be high class kind of people. Drinking our wine and eating our filet mignon.
And now my hubby is in line with a bunch of nerds, waiting for an Xbox 360 game. Oh the irony. No, he’s not nerdy one bit, I tell you. He’s a proud member of the Geezer Gamers clan. And he did NOT wear his Halo 3 shirt on our date. (probably because they would not have allowed us in the restaurant if he did)
Once he gets through the line of prepubescent gamers, he’ll return home with his precious game and play until the wee hours of the morning.
Nerdy or not, he’s my man. I wouldn’t trade him for anyone else in the world.