Have you ever known the joys of dating a gamer girl? If you haven’t, don’t feel bad, as most guys are in that same boat. If you have, pat yourself on the back; you found yourself a rare one. That’s not to say that girls who play video games are true unicorns, never to be seen but in fantasy and legend, which would be a fallacious assertion indeed.
I’ve always said that if it exists, there’s a sexual fetish about it. I still believe that, but I think the issue goes a lot deeper than one simple sentence. Because as we all know, fetishes aren’t universal: I may have one that you think is interesting but just doesn’t work for you, and a third guy might not only not be into what I am, but he’d be totally grossed out by it. There’s probably no such thing as a fetish that applies to everyone.
If Chester Cheetah thought that being cheesy was the pits (whatever happened to that ad campaign, anyway?), he obviously hasn’t confronted dating problems from a geek’s perspective. It ain’t easy being nerdy, bro. I know whereof I speak; my Friday nights used to alternate between D&D gaming sessions with the guys and monthly Smash Brothers tourneys at a local arcade.
I admit, there have been times when I’ve broken down and done the sugar daddy thing. I say this as someone who has invested a considerable amount of time, effort, and emotional energy into learning the kind of pro “game” that could convince women to stop seeing me as a desperate, sweaty nerd and start considering me as a fun sexual partner, and even a boyfriend.
For many of my young nerd-kin struggling to put down the controller for awhile and learn a new kind of Game — the one in which “Didn’t Sleep Alone Last Night” is an unlockable achievement — hot girls are the holy grail. Don’t get me wrong, most geeks are happy to bed almost any female who weighs in south of 300 pounds, especially at first. But everyone wants those perfect specimens who were not born but emerged fully-grown from a beautiful woodland glade somewhere, the product of the hand of Gaia herself.
When I was a kid, I remember being superlatively confused whenever I would see movies and TV shows depicting a male character taking – or being interested in taking – panties from a woman he’d had sex with. Why, my naive mind wondered, would men want women’s clothes? Were they going to take the panties home and wear them themselves? And even if that was what they were planning, why steal the garments from their girlfriend? Wouldn’t department stores sell panties to male customers the same as they would to female ones?