Death By Xbox

Bill Gates has screwed me over yet again.

Picture it: Friday night. I make it to the beach bar just in time for the sunset. So what do I do? I invite Hercules to join - who doesn't like a frosty cocktail while watching the sun set over the Pacific Ocean?

Apparently Hercules.

The response I got from him (via text message mind you - extra bonus): "It's an Xbox night for me."

Um. WTF?

I'm going to throw this out there because that's what I do: I've heard of some lame excuses in my dating years and but this one takes the taco. As a 34-year-old man, he would have been better off saying he was washing his hair or clipping his fingernails. Dumping by Xbox. Who does that?!

Some of you might say, "Well, Rachel, social morons might do that or people who aren't as stunningly suave like you." But, my friends, the bottom line is that this girl has hit a new low in her dating career. Social goob or not, he passed up some Rachel love for Sonic the F-ing Hedgehog (sorry, I don't play xbox so I have no clue what games are presently "cool" - and I use "cool" loosely - very very very loosely).

Well kids, back to the drawing board. This time with an additional prerequisite - no xbox for the future Mr. Rachel.

PS: Thanks to modern technology, the above picture is a real-time image of me flabbergasted at the text message and K laughing hysterically at it. GOOD TIMES!! LOL.