War of the Roses

Tile Boy came over on Saturday. It was a pleasant visit until he just couldn't let me win Scrabble. Like, WTF? He is a tournament champion player. So, no matter how good I am, he's probably going to be better. Like winning 100 times to my none.

I had him in game two until the last word: he puts down all 7 tiles and takes like 100 points. (Granted, he wanted to win the prize if he won and he certainly did not want me to get the prize I was to get if I won.) And with that, I took the board and it went flying threw the air. Like the daring young boy. Fucker. Couldn't just let the cute blonde win? His non date, date?!

We had words and since he's a psychologist, it wasn't fun. On my part.

I hated every moment of it.

Abhor is more like it.

Fuck him and anyone who looks like him!

Futhermore, he stomps off far more than the Queen of the hair toss and back turn.

And when that wasn't enough, I took the tiles while he was in the washroom and left him a little message on the board.

Ante that, MOFO!

And here's where it all changed. After he read the board, I stopped dead in my tracks. AG is no longer down with the 5th grade antics. That's when the head started to the voices: What am I fighting so hard for? Why is that everyone is my life lives the song, "Breaking the Girl" when dealing with me. Why do I have to win. At all costs? I am so mature in all other ways but getting my way. And getting my way? WTF? Why does it matter? Why does it threaten my rice bowl? Why I am the ultimate over-achievers?

With that I let it all go.

No time like the present to drop bad habits that no longer serve me.

Come on, that's what the last nine months have been about and I have to think all those insurance payments have been for something more than validation and chai with Woody Allen on Tuesdays.

I sucked it up and apologized.

I cleaned it up all by myself and took my punishment without complaint.

Then, I challenged him again to show I was a good sport.

And 565 points later, Tile Boy learned something: Don't fuck with AG and her rice bowl because AG was not born into mediocrity. Therefore, she is not starting now. You don't start out as an uptown Jew and go downtown. Sorry.

Maturity is over-rated. Winning is everything. For anything less -- plebians have MasterCard.

Next stop: my academic advisor's office: AG won her QE, now she gets time off for good behavior and we publish this fall. Rules are also for losers...

Deal with it. Once an AG, always an AG!