In this world, there are few places for B-type personalities to massage their egos. You can write a 13,000 word diatribe defending the “Star Wars” Prequels, get a PHD, get a writing gig, kick-start that graphic novel you’ve been kicking around, but the ability to have an honest-to-goodness pissing contest is the privilege of the macho. So we play trivia.
But once people know you’re good at
it, they don’t want to play with you any more.
Until...you meet a pretty girl. Well, pretty is a disservice. Imagine if you took Rolf the Muppet’s personality and curly hair and put it
into a sexy possibly Latina chick. I wooed her with a trip to the giant
Dave & Buster’s trivia machine, the sly
maneuver of giving my prize tickets away to a kid (after getting her an
adorable stuffed penguin - Gerald), and not much else. Trivia came up again, and I mentioned
owning “You Don’t Know Jack”. Her eyes lit up, and I was suddenly
inviting a girl back to my place to play video games. She was
serious about this too. That competitive spirit that had eluded all my
friends and most of my acquaintances, was present in this angel of a
woman. I needed to win, and she did too and that was freaking sexy.
This is why I fondly refer to the 'old' You Don't Know Jack as the game that got me laid.
