Do Yourself a Favor: Smash the Playstation
Lots of dudes like video games. Hell, I like video games… sometimes. It’s not video games that are the problem. But here’s the deal, dudes who are recently betrothed: Call of Duty or any of it’s peers is super boring to watch.
An advanced degree in women’s studies is not necessary to know that your wife did not walk down the aisle with visions of you in your boxer shorts after a long day of work quickly devouring a lovingly home cooked meal to plop down on the couch with the latest challenge in digital war mongering.
And when there is still leftover champagne from your wedding, your wife will choose that in place of watching you play video games. And when she drinks a whole bottle of champagne, there will be bonuses for you {at first, at least}.
Bonuses like:
- she may forget how you turned up your nose at the small pieces of onion that didn’t get pureed in the new recipe she really wanted to try, but knew she had to hide all of the ingredients that would give it flavor because you are a picky, picky bastard.
- she’ll let your dipshit comments like, “I married you because you’re outgoing, why not just make some friends [in a city you have never been to before in which you are jobless, focus-less, and more than a little worried about your future, particularly as it pertains to your love life... I mean, marriage]?”
- she may seemingly sit next to you and appear to be interested in your power levels and ammunition acquisitions, but she’s probably imagining what it would be like to be married to her high school sweetheart instead. Even though he was a pot head.
But there’s a price too. Price = you’re definitely not getting laid.
