Looking For Love? Get A 360!
I know, I know–it sounds counterintuitive. Sounds counterintuitive to me too, frankly, but more and more, the pickup line of choice seems to be “What’s your Gamertag”? Or its other-system equivalent, of course.
There’s this couple, recently fans of Tom Clancy’s Rainbow Six: Lockdown. They were playing for some time–they even started out hating each other–and eventually grew to enjoy each other’s company. So much, in fact, that they decided to make the jump from teammates to People Who Actually Knew Each Other and decided to meet. No small task since the gamers were based in Georgia and the Bronx. And after they met, you can tell the rest–they fell in love and had their first child recently.
Now this is enough to make you wonder. With eHarmony rejecting fully one quarter of its applicants and the phrase “gamer” being virtual death in regular conversation and any personals posting, maybe the place to go to get hooked up is sitting right in our living room. It may not work for just anyone, but at least you’ll still have fun while you try, the cover charge is a lot less egregious, and there is no drink minimum.
Or maximum!
And, while you’re giving that a try, you can also take on the 360 trivia on Kwanzoo!
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I can definitely vouch for the value of internet relationships, but - and here’s a struggle I’m facing in my own life - what do they say when facing that dreadful “how did you meet?” question?
I usually lie.
I suggest “old college buddy”, myself. It’s very, very difficult to dispute it, because most people barely remember college, those who even attended it. Of course, you could also go the truth route–with eHarmony slowly engulfing the planet and the proud survivors of eHarmony’s matching system (we’re also called unmatchables–eHarmony took one look at my profile and started whimpering and wetting itself uncontrollably) getting actively courted by the rest of the competition, more and more people are meeting online. Beats the alternatives–flirt with a cubicle-mate at the office and you could get sued into oblivion. Going to a bar or a club is downright dangerous these days, and with gas nudging four bucks a gallon it’s not only inefficient as all hell, it’s also cripplingly expensive.
It’s hardest to lie to old friends and relatives who have a vague idea that you’ve never been to each other’s cities of origin for any legitimate reason. I also don’t like lying in front of people who already know, which led to be honestly answering “on the internet” to some new acquaintances while at a dinner theater with my future mother-in-law. One of the women then turned to her and said graciously, “I bet you were pretty nervous about that!” Gee…thanks. Turns out I wasn’t an axe murderer, though, so it worked out for everybody!