bad_video_games_and_you ItGirl I have watched you sit for hours. I have seen the bright flashing, or the colorful reflection of dance across your eyes. The profile of a gamer, with your slack jaw and glowing, darting eyes, is one I have come to know. Your whole body is still, barely breathing, except your fingers. They have a life of their own as they dart over the controller. But I know a gamer when I see one. When I see the girls in the mall watching other people, lips parted barely breathing. I know how I must appear when I watch you. And you play dull games sometimes, with names containing the word star, invariably followed by wars or trek. And I sigh when I see it. But there in the dark of your room with you and your bad video games. I fall in love. And we whisper in the dark, voices low and husky. We are avoiding things. Things like reality, and thinking, and passion. And you pilot your fighter plane and I cheer you on, swearing at the opposition, harrassing the computer with words I know it cannot hear. And I whisper in your ear... the way that tickles and I call to you. It would be so easy to leave the game and face me. To take the soft shallow breath in my lungs and make it scream and throb and die on your lips. And you know this. And I know this. And in this moment we are saved only by this bad video game, flashing its dark lights across the screen. 040725 ... Strideo hmmm . . . muy interesante. ... 040726 what's it to you? who go blather from