As you are probably already aware, I happen to have the most amazing boyfriend in what I am sure to be, the whole entire world. A boy who not only treats me like an absolute princess, but who looks at me in a way that no one else ever has before. A boy who I am completely and utterly head over heels in love with.

However, after almost five wonderful years together, a recent evening spent in a rather large Timezone has well and truly proven that the days of ‘letting your girlfriend win’ are long gone. Unfortunately, they have been replaced by the typical competitive nature of the infamous male species. So much so, that by the time we had reached the three hour mark, I still had not won a single game. Statistics that believe it or not, had me far from impressed.

Now, despite not being a fan of your typical shooting games, I did my best to put on my ‘good girlfriend’ hat, as I put my feelings aside for the evening and began competing against what just happened to be the most competitive person I have ever known. Game after game and yet still, he was not showing any signs of weakening. In fact, if anything, I think as time passed, he was becoming stronger.

Needless to say, after countless losses on my part, my anger was increasing at a rapid pace, as was his laughter and as much as he thought otherwise, the constant “You’re really cute when you’re angry, you know that right?” was not at all helping the matter.

To be honest, I’m not quite sure what he expected would happen, but given that he was shooting every animal in sight before I even had a chance to pull the trigger, a tantrum of epic proportions was inevitable, to say the least. Luckily however, for everyone involved, the gun was securely attached to the game, making it near impossible for me to throw it too far. Although, let’s just say that next time, for safety reasons, I’m sure he’ll be thinking twice about disregarding the advised ‘let your girlfriend win a few’ rule.

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