All manner of scifi/fantasy/nerdness: Roleplaying, comic books, .... okay, so mainly just RPGs & comic books. And Dr. Who. And Firefly. And comic books. And role-playing games. And Community. And Buffy the Vampire Slayer. And comic books. And RPGs. And Avengers. And RPGS. And whatever else amuses me today...
There are two people you’ll meet in your life. One will run a finger down the index of who you are and jump straight to the parts of you that peak their interest. The other will take his or her time reading through every one of your chapters and maybe fold corners of you that inspired them most. You will meet these two people; it is a given. It is the third that you’ll never see coming. That one person who not only finishes your sentences, but keeps the book.
let’s spend our week nights eating cereal on the floor
when there is a perfectly fine table behind us.
we can go to the movies and sit in the back row
just to make out like kids falling in love for the first time.
we’ll paint the rooms of our house
and get more paint on us than the walls.
we can hold hands and go to parties we end up
ditching to drink wine out of the bottle in the bathtub.
and slow dance with me in our bedroom
with an unmade bed and candles on the nightstand.
let me love you forever.
I can’t wait to get married because its like a sleepover every night with your best friend.
It’s just like this, I promise.
Also one of the PCs is a lesbian and looking back she was dropping a lot of hints.
I’m just really really glad that she can play with her boyfriend and not make their characters in-game lovers and that she, in fact, finds them together as her anti-ship.
Either way she now has a girlfriend named Primrose. Now how to kill her…
My boyfriend and I are both players in a game, and yeah. Seems wayyyy too weird to make our characters lovers or whatever. Save the romantic crap for home.
Regardless of what race, class, or gender my wife plays, my characters always hit on her. Female human? The Mon Calamari makes a pass. Nun? Grizzled cowboy makes a pass. Space otter? The Bothan spy wants a piece of that. Male human rogue? The male elven warlord spends a full campaign barking up the wrong tree.
It’s pretty funny because IRL she totally falls for me, but in make-believe worlds she’s got a heart of stone. She has never shot me down as hard as she does when she’s got a d20 and an audience. <3