A few of you may have read my last SFIV blog, about my lady who was practicing Super Street Fighter IV to earn a trip to Key West from me. If not, uh, read it so this makes sense.
Last weekend she hit a new plateau. We both sensed it. She worked really hard at hyper armoring through fireballs and crossovers. She stopped using Juri's jumping special when she knew I would block it... and started to nail me with it every time I threw a fireball. Don't get me wrong, I still beat her about fifty matches over the last two days, but that doesn't change the deal. The deal was three matches in a sitting. And she did that this morning, 4 September 2011.
Were there mitigating factors? Certainly. I was hung over, and I was playing a little sloppy to boot: taunting, trying to end it with an ultra instead of just ending it. I could make a million excuses, but it doesn't change the truth: she beat me three matches in a single sitting, fair and square. For the sake of completeness I'll note I was using a regular XBox controller. As a social experiment it was a fucking stroke of brilliance. She got to bond with me doing something I love-- and she's really enjoyed getting INTO the game; we talk about it regularly and she'll bring it up with random people-- and I got a Street Fighter opponent I can date (and, yes, I get to bond with her), and we both get a vacation to Key West.
Well played, sweetheart. Well played.