It's the Super Bowl but he doesn't care
"Jesse let's go, our friends are waiting for us at the bar for the big game!" You yell from the kitchen.
Your boyfriend hasn't left the couch all day, his eyeballs glued to the TV.
"The Super Bowl is stupid, baby girl. It's just a buncha sweaty 1% rich dudes throwin balls and wrestlin."
You laughed. "Oh what, and staying inside and playing the same video game over and over is a better idea?" You leaned on the couch, watching his face get frustrated from losing.
"I'm actually on the 11th level, I've...shit! I did not see that coming..." Jesse replied.
"Baby, you haven't changed your clothes either." You sat down next to him now.
"Just go on without me, you've always liked being social and shit, that just ain't me, doll."
You grabbed a controller and added yourself in. He gave you a funny look.
"I never liked sports anyways." You stuck your tongue out.
"That's my baby." He laughed.