I have a Confession...

I am a gamer. I love video games. There, I said it. It all started with some Super Nintendo Donkey Kong one summer during a hurricane in Florida. Then came the Game Boy, the N64, and later the Nintendo DS and a Wii. OK, so maybe I just love Nintendo? Actually, I thought the GameCube sucked balls, so that isn't totally true.

That being said, NOTHING makes me more uncomfortable than going to a game store. Nothing. Except maybe having the kids I babysit for ask me how the pregnant man got pregnant. Yikes. The game stores are full of awkward guys, and I stick out like a sore thumb. The male/female ratio, at least when I go, is somewhere around 1000:1. Guys like video games, I get it. All the guys I date like video games, and Lawyer even used to manage one of these places. So why is it that these "normal" guys are never the ones there when I go? I walk in and immediately wish I could trade my pink fleece jacket in for the trench coat or T Shirt with clever (read:lame) phrase that are apparently de rigueur. I keep my head down and hurry to grab whatever it is that I came for, which must be some kind of awesome to force me into this place to begin with. I swear I would feel more comfortable going in Hustler to buy some crazy assortment of things I won't type out for fear that people will google them and come to my blog.

My latest obsession is Mario Kart. Holy fantastic game, Batman. I loved the N64 version, and thought the DS one was mediocre. The Wii one, well, it rocks. And I am happy to report that my N64 skills totally translate. I see many cold winter nights ahead of me filled with Mario Kart and alchoholic beverages. And me, on the top of that podium at the end, with that shiny gold trophy spinning on the screen.

I feel so much better now that I have gotten this off my chest.