Getting Started with That Game
Alright, so someone asked me about this uh… “rock paper scissors sex” thing. Sounds kinda out there, right? But lemme tell you how it actually went down for me and my partner. It wasn’t some big complicated plan, more like something we just… stumbled into.
Things had gotten a bit, y’know, routine. Same old, same old. We were chatting one night, maybe complaining a little, maybe laughing about how predictable we’d become. And somehow, the idea of using good old rock paper scissors came up. Like, for making dumb decisions. Who takes out the trash, who gets the remote. Simple stuff.
Setting Up Our Little Experiment
So we decided to try it. Just for laughs, really. We didn’t make complicated rules. Just basic RPS. Best two out of three, maybe?
The ‘stakes’ started small:
- Loser makes the coffee tomorrow.
- Winner picks the movie tonight.
- Loser has to give a five-minute shoulder rub.
We kinda jokingly started calling it our “decision game”, but yeah, the silly name ‘rock paper scissors sex’ stuck in my head because sometimes, y’know, the decisions could lead towards… well, deciding who initiates cuddling or something more intimate later. But it wasn’t the direct stake, if that makes sense. It was more about breaking the pattern.
How It Actually Played Out
First attempts? Honestly, a bit silly. We felt kinda dumb standing there throwing hand signs seriously. Lots of laughing. I lost the first round, ended up on dish duty even though it wasn’t my turn. Fair play.
But then it got kinda fun. It took the pressure off deciding stuff. Instead of a negotiation (“What do you want to watch?” “I dunno, what do you want to watch?”), it was just BAM. Scissors beats paper. Decision made. We watched that weird documentary she wanted to see.
Another time, we used it to decide who had to apologize first after a tiny, stupid disagreement. Sounds childish? Maybe. But it cut through the tension immediately. I threw rock, she threw scissors. I ‘won’ the chance to say sorry first, which felt less like winning and more like just… moving on faster. It worked.
Did it always lead to sexy times? Nah. Not directly. That wasn’t really the point, despite the catchy name someone might have slapped on the idea. It was more about introducing randomness and playfulness back into our interactions. It made the small moments less about routine and more about chance, which weirdly felt more connected.
What I Reckon Happened
Looking back, it wasn’t magic. It didn’t solve deep issues or anything. But it was a tool. A simple, maybe kinda goofy tool that helped us:
- Break routine: Shook things up just enough.
- Communicate differently: Less talking, more doing (even if it was just hand signals).
- Reduce friction: Took the weight off small decisions.
- Be playful: We laughed a lot doing it.
We don’t do it all the time now. It served its purpose for a while. Sometimes we bring it back if we feel stuck again. It’s just there in our toolkit.
So yeah, that’s my practical run-down. Started as a joke, turned into a simple way to mix things up. Nothing too wild, just good old rock paper scissors finding a new job in the house.
