My fiance is a total dork, and he’s got friends to match. “The Guys” (the collective term for Rob’s five best friends) came over last night to play a wresteling video game. That’s not so dorky; what IS is that they staged a tornament using the game’s built-in character creator to come up with the competeors personalities, physical appearance and names. Then, on paper, they meticulously diagramed matches that each will play towards a “championship”, and each guy is responsible for the creative development of his character. All of this is based on years of playing. If you ask me, it was misspent youth… but no one asked me.
There was a lot of “OOOOOOOOOOOOH!”‘s coming from our attic, a lot of yelling in general, and tons of friendly taunting. It was loud and obnoxious, but I actually enjoyed the enegry in the house, and all of his friends are great guys. Rob’s mom was telling me stories of how this used to be her life when he was in highschool. “I was the ‘den mother’ of them. I kept them fed.”
Now they’re mine, as Rob is the first of them to have his own house. Lucky me!