Her name is Eve.
And yes, I know all about her.
I know he dreams about her during the day and steals moments with her at lunch. He spends his nights with her too. I know. And it is devastating.
His heart longs for her. She captivates him.
And after three months of marriage, I can’t compete.
So…she wins. I lose.
She wins his love, his attention, and most importantly his time.
What is a new bride supposed to do? How do I compare to this?
Ships, lights, graphics, missions, and let’s not forget the battles.
I mean really? Are you serious? You can see how she is so much more interesting.
And in reality, it’s probably not a real girl, like Weird Science type bombshell. I believe EVE is the acronym to the game (but what fun is that?). Besides, she might as well be the other woman. He loves her. Heh.
For his birthday, I even supported his affair. I bought him a state-of-the-art headset with super sound (ships firing off into space) and a microphone to talk to his shipmates. He apparently plays poker, mines the moon, and plays drinking games. At least……I think that’s what he does? Maybe a few rat barbecues. This is a man’s domain (mostly), except it’s called by a girl’s name, and they do manly space things. Mkay?
So, I don’t ask (much) and I don’t know the details (all). Only that you can get killed, but you don’t die. See, your clone takes over and you are still you, but your clone. Get it?
Yeah, me either. If all the fun is in battles and taking over moons to mine, and your best day is killing another dude that doesn’t actually die?!? Well, that’s just seems wrong. And if your worst day is you die, but you don’t? Heck. I think EVE should be a hot chick. That might be more fun.
But in all seriousness, he loves it. It’s his favorite hobby and it really does look cool. So I guess she can be a fling…..for now.