Girlfriends everywhere will be able to relate to what I'm about to say: November 8th, 2011, the date Call of Duty MW3 (Modern Warfare 3) is set to be released, is a doomsday for relationships. Like all you other girlfriends out there, I've sat by for countless boring hours watching my man play Call of Duty, and the release of MW3 is sure to excite him more than anything has ever excited him before, and I am doomed to deal with his fascination and obsession, and as a result, his disinterest in anything that doesn't involve the glowing screen and multi-colored controller. If your guy is like all the other, he most likely pre-ordered the game over six months ago, to ensure that he will not be the last of his friends to have it. Is it just me, or does the competition and manliness guys associate with having a game first and being the best at it make no sense whatsoever? Great, you're better than all your friends at pushing a button. Sweet.
Even when we try to be supportive, act interested, cringe along with him when he messes up, and give him a high five when he gets a good kill, all our effort goes unappreciated. I've pretty much come to terms with the fact that forever and ever, COD will be more important to boyfriends all over the world than their wonderful girlfriend. There's just no way we can compete with their irrational obsession. But, that doesn't mean we can't complain. And resent the release of new versions, like MW3.
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