avatarMelissa Marietta

Summary

The author describes a personal experience involving a morning game of Wordle that led to an unexpected physical interaction with her husband.

Abstract

The article recounts the author's engagement with Wordle, a popular word game, which she initially resisted but later embraced with fervor, even converting her husband into a fellow player. Despite her initial success, the game's difficulty increased, and her recent performance was disappointing. This contrasted with her husband's success while in the bathroom, which he followed up by attempting an intimate moment, only to be rebuffed by the author who was not in the mood, as indicated by the context and her physical response.

Opinions

  • The author initially felt indifferent towards Wordle but eventually became highly motivated by the challenge it presented.
  • The author enjoyed the sense of achievement from doing well in Wordle, particularly before it was acquired by the New York Times and became more challenging.
  • The author's husband is portrayed as being competitive and somewhat opportunistic, using his success at the game as a segue into physical intimacy.
  • The author clearly conveys that her husband's advance was unwelcome at that particular moment, as she was focused on the game and not in the mood for intimacy.

That Time Wordle Got Physical

My husband crossed a line

Photo by Surendran MP on Unsplash

Last Sunday morning I lay in bed, comforter tucked under my arms, holding my phone, playing Wordle in earnest.

Before I could have cared less about Wordle but I buckled under peer pressure.

An immediate enthusiast, I proselytized to my family, convincing my husband to play.

My scores motivated me at first. The game increased in difficulty after the New York Times bought it.

I like to feel smart and win and I was feeling neither smart nor was I winning last weekend.

My husband took his phone to the toilet, emerging minutes later, “Got it!”

I didn’t.

He rolled into bed, wrapping his arms around me, his hands moving toward the front of my shirt.

This was not The Time.

I elbowed him hard. Gave him the death stare.

He got the point. “I’ll go feed the dog now.”

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