I hate losing, getting busted out, or proven wrong. My husband is like that too. This is one area I wish we didn’t have in common. We have had drag-out fights about who had more #1 singles, the Backstreet Boys or *N Sync, or if a certain Subway is in the same shopping center as the movie theater (I lost $50 in that scenario…I could have SWORN it was right from that Dickinson Theater).
I will fight to the bitter end rather than admit I am wrong. I would rather make myself look more ridiculous that just say, “Yep, you are right. That Wal-Mart does face south.” This is something I am continuously working on but when your gut instinct is to preserve the last thing that came out of your mouth, it is hard to blurt out those three little words: I. Was. Wrong.
Whenever someone does prove me wrong and I know there is no hope of me justifying or recovering from it, I do apologize. But those who know me best,
my top competitor my husband and my friends, know that this isn’t easy.
One thing I also hate is getting busted out. These two things go hand in hand. It’s one thing to have one of your friends or family members completely call you out for something you are actually doing (because that in itself is actually pretty funny, since they know you so well), but when technology does it, that’s another issue entirely. Take, for instance, when I do a Google search for my address:
Yeah Google. I get it. I have visited the Zillow page for my house many times. That’s because I’m obsessed with home values, thankyouverymuch. I don’t need Google pointing out my online stalking activities.
Same with when I’m losing at Words With Friends. That is just because you are cheating, and you and I both know it. My husband does this too. When I showed him how to play Phase 10 on our honeymoon, a game I’ve played since I was 8, he told me that it “had too many rules” when my score was twice his. For Mancala, I “didn’t explain the rules correctly”. I admire his wily excuses for why he sucks. Maybe next time he kicks my ass in Monopoly because he has hotels on Boardwalk and Park Avenue, I can say that he “didn’t explain how hotels work” and it will get me off the hook.
I’m sure he’ll say no dice. This is because all’s fair in love and boy band #1s.