My girlfriend, Ashley, had just gotten out of the shower. She walked into the room wearing a bathrobe, a towel wrapped around her hair.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
I bit my lower lip, concentrating. I was too deep in thought to answer.
“Colane,” she said. “What are you doing?”
I sighed, pausing my video game. “If you must know, I’m playing Super Mario Brothers 3.”
Her eyes ran across the tangled cords snaked across the living room. “You hooked up your original Nintendo?”
“Uh-huh.” I un-paused the game and continued playing.
Her eyes narrowed. “So this is how you’re going to spend your weekend? Being a hardcore gamer?”
“In all my childhood, I could never beat this thing,” I said, jumping over a fireball-breathing plant. “My goal is to finally get to the end, without using cheat codes.”
“What happened to your goal of taking out the trash?” Ashley asked.
I shrugged. “This seemed more achievable.”