Getting Into Character, Sort Of
Alright, so someone mentioned trying out that couples roleplay thing. Sounded kinda weird at first, honestly. Like something you see in cheesy movies, right? But things had gotten a bit… well, same-old same-old. You know how it is. Routine sets in. Dinner, TV, sleep, repeat.
So, we actually talked about it. It was awkward. Really awkward. Neither of us knew where to start. We kinda just mumbled ideas back and forth. Should we be like, secret agents? Strangers meeting at a bar? Doctor and patient? That last one felt a bit too cliché, even for us.
We decided to keep it simple. No elaborate costumes or anything crazy. The idea was just to pretend we were meeting for the first time again, but maybe with slightly different personalities. Like, maybe I’d be this super confident guy, and she’d be someone really mysterious. We didn’t write scripts or anything, just agreed on a basic setup.
The Actual Attempt
Okay, the night we decided to actually do it? Man, it was strange. We picked a night we were both home, no major stress from work. We tried setting the mood a bit, dim lights, you know the drill. Felt kinda forced.
Then we started. I walked into the living room, trying to act all smooth. It lasted about thirty seconds before one of us cracked up laughing. It just felt so… unnatural. Trying to talk to the person you live with like they’re a total stranger? Weird.
- First attempt: Laughter killed the mood almost instantly.
- Second attempt: Managed a few lines of dialogue. Felt like bad acting.
- Third attempt: Got slightly more into it, but kept slipping back into our normal way of talking.
The biggest hurdle was just getting over the self-consciousness. It’s hard to pretend when you know every little habit the other person has. I knew she wasn’t really a mysterious international spy, and she knew I wasn’t really a smooth-talking millionaire.
What Came Out Of It
So, was it a game-changer? Not really, not in the way those magazines sometimes suggest. It didn’t magically fix the routine. But it wasn’t a total bust either.
What it did do was make us laugh. A lot. Mostly at ourselves and how ridiculous we felt. It also kind of broke the ice for talking about trying new things in general, not just that. We realized we were both feeling a bit stuck in that routine.
We haven’t really done the whole “roleplay” thing again since then, not in that specific way. But we did start making more effort to shake things up – trying new date nights, different activities. It kinda reminded us not to take everything so seriously, I guess. So yeah, the practice itself was clumsy and kinda failed, but the result of trying something silly together? That was actually okay.
