I was at a wedding this past weekend, and was seated at a table with some people who I wouldn’t call friends, but definately aquaintances I’ve known for some time now. They began talking about World of Warcraft and Dungeons and Dragons, and my wife chimed in that I too know of those things. These gentlemen seated at the table have always regarded me as a dumb jock as far as I can tell. When they first met me, I was playing football in junior college, and I stand 6′ 5″ tall, so I can understand their prejudice. I have always considered myself a nerd who happened to be athletic, but once typecast, what can you do? Anyhow, after my wife mentions my familiarity with DnD, the group asked if I did infact play DnD. I reluctantly mumbled that yes, I am a DM (Dungeon Master), and they responded that they had a newfound respect for me, and welcomed me with open arms.
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