My man and I used to deathmatch every night before bed, but it's been months. Sure, there's still the sex and the conversation, but my desire for strafing is being severely frustrated here.
Men are very fragile little honeys.
They get their asses mauled and then they cry like babies, and retreat. You should have seen the stress my marriage came under when I started stomping Mental into the ground, without fail, in Soul Caliber. He was utterly offended. I betcha it'll work. My love life suffers immensely from my gaming habit, I have trouble finding anyone who will stay with a hardcore gamer, my last relationship died largely because of my excessive hours gaming.