games and good genes
a vain babbling
it was day one at the global game jam in vaasa. while my colleagues and i were brainstorming ideas for our game, a guy walked in — and i couldn’t help but stare.
he was ridiculously handsome. his face looked like it was sculpted by venus herself. the details were just right — the pointiness of his nose, the structure of his face and the balance of its features. to top it off, he was tall… a little over six feet, i’d guess, since i was taller.
i thought, must be good genes.
over the next two days, we talked, and i realized he was as sharp as he was good-looking. (beautiful, really, because handsome doesn’t quite cut it.) he was eloquent, articulate, and had a way of speaking that was perfectly paced — not too fast, not too slow. when he pitched his team’s game idea to the participants, all i could think of was a tech billionaire unveiling a revolutionary product to an eager crowd.
and in that moment, i made a decision — i have good genes, and if i ever have to pass them on, my partner needs to have good genes too. i want a future where my kids have the best of both worlds, because i’ve seen that it’s possible.
