The Days of a (Seemingly) Perfect Couple #1

It was yet another holiday we spent together.

To be honest, I can't really say that this one was spent together. We were together in the same room, all right, on a carpet just next to our bed, leaning to each other's back. We were doing the same activity: playing The Sims; only on separate laptops on each of our laps.

Other people don't understand why we do this, but we have been doing this since the day I knew him and we love it. I remember that I glanced at the clock and mentally noted that that day's mutual activity had been going on for 40 minutes before he finally broke the silence.

"Ren," he called. "Hmm?" I replied while putting my laptop down and then turned to his screen behind him. I knew his geeky side was gonna strike again and I was ready to give him my reward (as any good Skinnerian behaviorist would).

"Did you ever realize how unrealistic The Sims features are?" he asked, proving that I really could read him like an open book. I rubbed my palms against his shoulders and proceeded to squeeze lightly, giving him the gentle shoulder massage I knew he loved. "Tell me," I said.

"Well, look. We can learn a skill to maximum point in just one day. Then, even though we don't rehearse over time, the skill won't decline."

I rounded my arms around his neck from behind and leaned to him. "Umm yes, I agree about the learning duration part, but you can see that skill set such as cooking and cleaning actually need procedural memory, just like riding a bike, right? So, you can't really forget those."

"Hmm, then what about this?" he persisted, pointing at the needs bar. "Sleeping restores energy? You know so well that sleeping depletes energy, no matter how little calories it burns. Eating AND breathing restore energy."

At this point I couldn't contain myself and grinned. "Dear, you're playing as a werewolf AND complaining about how unrealistic the needs bar is?" I then kissed his right shoulder lightly and turned back to my game. He laughed. "Well, it's a whole different thing, Ren," he said turning and gave me a light kiss on the corner of my lips.

He then turned back and again was focused at his game as if nothing happened while I had to try hard not to blush. I picked my laptop again to place on my lap and said, "Do you really think people would love such a realistic feature if there were one? After all, we all are here to escape reality."

He chuckled. "You got a point."

I was back to my game, to the "little us", the characters I created to resemble us both as similar to reality as possible. He knew that I had done that. What he didn't know was that I made my character shyly kiss his every time he did to me in reality.

Oh, I sure know that I play games to escape reality; a reality where I can't let him see how weak I can be in front of him.