Recently, I resigned from my weekly Dungeons & Dragons group. I’m sure most of my readers have this mental picture of a bunch of grown men gathering in somebody’s parents’ basement, but it really wasn’t anything at all like the stereotype. We played weekly for something like five years, and I finally came to a startling admission.
By hanging out with these people every week, I’m greatly reducing my ability to meet new people. Don’t get me wrong. They’re great people, great friends, and I love them dearly. But they’re also all married, and they don’t really meet new people on their own, which means I don’t meet new people through them. (There was the occasional attempt at a set-up, which never works out too well for me. I don’t like pressure.)
And so I resigned. As part of my resolution to put it behind me, I gathered up all of my gaming books to see if I can sell them on ebay. It was rather startling to see the mountain of shit that I’ve accumulated over the years. Knowing the full retail price on each of those books, I suddenly realized just how much money I’d invested in this hobby. God, I’m going to save a bundle by quitting.
There’s just one problem. I still want to play.
It’s not that I want to play Dungeons & Dragons anymore. I just need SOME type of game to play. Something to prove that I’ve not let go of my inner child. Something to hone my intellect and strategy and ability to slam my hand down on the table and scream “BOOYAH! I WIN!” every so often.
On another front, which I have avoided talking about here, I miss the girl from Chicago. A lot. I think I’m going to call her tonight. Depending on how that goes, I may take a couple of days off and drive up there. Or maybe it will go the other way, and I’ll go downtown this weekend and let Detective Jake Steele get some playtime. It’s been too long since he’s been on patrol.