Frankenstein's Monster Round Two

It was difficult to get my girlfriend to even play game, I kept beavering away at her, telling her it would be fun, I actually thought it would bring us closer together, bridge that gap in difference of interests, a bit of friendly competition, link two things I love together into a great relationship. How wrong I was, how horrible this has turned out be.

Street Fighter IV is now 'her' game of choice, strolling around the place like some sort of Fighting game guru, tilting her head to the side, shooting a sympathetic look and pronouncing "Shame 'innit" or words to that effect. I can't even smack talk back, I have nothing to back it up, my courage has gone, my skill with it. I am a hollow husk of a man, all because I tried to make things better.

I was to fight back though, I wasn't going to take this laying down, I was thatmmoguy for Christ's sake, I am a man. Training and combo research was in order, I was going to take this devil bitch down and make no mistake. Heads were about to roll and I was about display so much testosterone I may have as well got out my penis and wiped it up the curtains. I was going to win.

She may have beaten me six times in our previous encounter but things were going to change. Choosing old reliable Vega as she choose Blanka I was pumped, excited, game for the hunt, hungry like the wolf, a wild boy, I was Rio and I was about to dance in the sand. Alas and suffice to say, the first match was a loss, her health merely scratched at like i was but a feeble kitten. My manhood was shrinking and ebbing away, so were the Duran Duran quotes.

One game turned into two, one loss turned into six. It was happening all over again, Vega wasn't cutting the mustard, I needed a new strategy, I need to keep this demon away from me, I opted for Gile and kept away, jumping from side to side, using the most underhand tactics, and you know what? I won! one game turned into two, into three, into four and then disaster struck. Threatening eyes indicated that this was my last dance. Somehow this amateur in the gaming world figured out a series of special moves and destroyed me time and time again.

I am broken, I can't look at her in the eyes, she simply giggles manically at me, she is pure, ancient evil. I guess she will do the man stuff now, open the tough jars of food, carry the heavy things, threaten aggressive folk and just dominate me. Ah life, were did it go wrong.