For years, Saturday has been game night, eight years, I think. It’s usually been D&D but occasionally we break down and play Chez Geek or Munchkin. I’m sure there’s a time in the future when we might try 40k again. That might be more of a stretch, but I digress.
The cast of the Saturday evening game night has been fairly steady with a couple of adds and drops over the years. It’s always been close friends and people I get along with in the group. This basically sets up the “I’m not sure how to deal with this and I’m kind of annoyed I have to.” feeling I’ve got at the moment.
The latest addition to our group is a military guy. He’s a nice guy, but he’s rough around the edges. Spent three tours overseas and he tends to treat everyone like a solider…in that his sense of humor is very…not kind. Stefan can be a jackass, and he knows it. He also knows I’ll call him that to his face. This guy I don’t feel I know as well and don’t want to call him down for being an ass to me because for some reason I feel like it’ll hurt him and he’s had enough shit in his life that he doesn’t need more.
That said, if he calls me whipped one more time, I’m probably going to pack up my stuff and walk out the door. Perhaps I should confront this before I reach that point. It really came to a head when he called this out in a loud voice while I was talking to my girl while she was on her way home from a trip. I wasn’t sure I could channel my “Dad look” that well, but I really felt my face turn into this massive storm cloud promising hell if he didn’t stuff a sock in his piehole.
My dad has that kind of look and he got to practice it a lot. ^_^
So, typing this out was good for me, because I’ve resolved to let him know the next time he teases me about being whipped. I’m going to be level and straightforward about it and basically state that if he insists on going that route, I’m going to stop playing with him. For some reason, I can handle Stefan’s insinuations that I’m lazy and/or stupid and not funny (because I find that funny because they’re all not true) and Andrew’s drier and somewhat more scatological bent, but when I feel like I’m not the one being insulted but rather my girlfriend, it just feels like a line has been crossed.