Why I cannot compete due to unhealthy stress levels.

Conversation, as I paced the apartment, awaiting the outcome of an eBay bid for a Garmin Forerunner 201. Run Speak for: The Coolest Gadget Ever. Like, Better Than Electricity.

"What are you doing?" he asked, as I paced, frantically, across the living room. He was watching the Golf Channel. I know. Shocking.

"I'm stressed. I'm pacing."

"Why are you stressed? If you don't win the bid, we'll just buy a different one using the 'Buy It Now' method," he replied, barely glancing away from the television. This was not a big deal to him. Don't win? Just buy one. I caught him on a generous night. Generous as in, he's willing to buy me a Garmin Forerunner 201 from eBay. (!) (!!!)

"But," I stammered, frozen in my tracks. "I like winning!"

He just shook his head, as I went back to the bidding.