Yesterday evening, when Jeff started making noises about meeting up with his gaming friends, I was happy for him to spend time with his friends. But I like to spend time with him too, and I was a little distressed that not only had I never met these friends of his, but he had never offered me the opportunity to do so. I started making noises about wanting to meet these people (who are obviously good friends of his and important to him), and he acted all surprised that I was interested. Well, duh. Apparently he'd gotten the impression that I was actively not interested in gaming (one of his primary time-sinks), whereas I simply have never had the opportunity to be either intereested or uninterested. He never asked, and I never asked either, because I wasn't sure I would be welcome.
So I went with him to hang out with his friends, and we talked and didn't play Escape from Elba and watched Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon (except that I read my book instead, because I'd seen the movie before and didn't particularly like it). I very much enjoyed meeting Jeff's friends, and it is likely that I will go again, if only to find out a bit more about this pastime of Jeff's. I will not become a regular, if only because I can't stay up late at night. I've got a sort of biological curfew, a Cinderella curse that turns me into a sack of potatoes at about midnight. I'm okay for a while, not too tired, and then I crash. So I won't go too often, but I should at least give it a shot, so I know what I'm missing.
Post a comment