Hey man, he says, haven’t seen you in a while.
I look up and it’s P–. I met him at a game shop when I was asking around for Warmachine players, but more than a year later we’ve never gotten a game together.
Yeah, I tell him, been getting stuff done. Too busy to play. What about you?
Too busy, too. Met a woman, he says.
They why are you here, I ask, but somewhere I already know the answer.
We’re quits, he says, so I told myself that I should play in the tournament, sign up for the league, that sort of thing.
Hey, I tell him, play you soon then.
Six weeks later, I haven’t seen him since.