“Son, we need to talk.”

I looked up from my books, calmly put down my pen, and said, “Okay, the only time you two call me ‘son’ is when you think I’ve done something illegal, immoral, immature, or all of the above. So, which is it today?”

“Well,” my mom started, glancing first at my dad, “we… Your father and I… We think you should find other activities.”

Oh, god. This again… I thought. “Really? And what would you prefer?”

“Well,” my dad said, “we think you should try something where you can meet a nice girl.”

“Oh,” I replied. “Well, then, problem solved.”

“Really?” My mother perked up. “You’ve met someone?”

I pulled a picture out of my wallet. “Janine.”

“Oh, my! She’s lovely!”

My dad looked at the picture. “What’s she do?”

“Well, she’s a part-time model, but she’s taking university classes to becoming a psychiatrist.”

“Wow!” dad said. “Pretty and smart! Where’d you snag her?”

“Local gaming club. She’s one wicked sharp dungeon master!”

The looks on their faces was well worth it. Revenge!