Mine did this. Would make us hurry home from outings, visits etc so he could play his stupid games. He would play 'strategy' games, and then argue that it wasn't 'as bad' as Call of Duty or other ridiculous computer games, because he was 'using his brain'. My heart would sink when early on a Saturday morning (around 6am ish) he would fire up the computer, meaning that he planned on being in front of it all day. He would be on it every evening too. He would claim that 'but I'm willing to go out and do whatever you want' if I complained about him being on the computer so much. But he would never organise the outing, so if I wanted to do something, I would have to organise (and pay) for it (which became boring and exhausting, having to think and plan things that he would like to do), and if I didn't, then he could 'justifiably' say that he was 'only' in front of the computer because nothing was planned. Even then, seconds out of the house, he would be planning our return- I knew it was because he just wanted to get back on the computer. Towards the end I just planned things that I wanted to do, and occupied myself all weekend, away from him. He didn't really notice. He seemed to think he was in front of it for minutes, rather than hours. Even worse, it was a big old style computer and so took up the entire kitchen table, and he would lose his temper big time if he had to move it. So we ate off our laps in front of the tv for the last couple of years as I couldn't bear the argument to ask him to move it from the table. The one time I hired a cleaner, she unplugged his computer to plug in a hoover, and he flew into such a rage, she left in a hurry, in tears. The day before I dumped him, he had been on that sodding machine for 15 hours straight. We are both in our early 30's- I looked into the future and saw him gradually regressing and spending more and more time on the computer, playing stupid, twatty games. And if I were to ever have kids with him, they would be all my responsibility while he wasted his life for a virtual one. I will never, ever, date another man who plays computer games that obsessively. I think men who do that are some how reverting to their teenage/childhood years, where they had no responsibility, and can just 'play'. Women don't have that luxury. We have the wife work, and the 'being an adult' to contend with. Its just a younger, modern version of these sad old men that lock themselves in a shed and play with trains. Women don't tend to lock themselves in sheds and play with Barbies, or the Fashion Wheel, or Popples. I look around on my commuting train, and then number of men (women too, but by far more men) playing stupid candy crush or other time wasting bullshit games, inching towards more stupidity and manchildish-ness minute by minute. Wasting their lives. Read a book! Read the news! Organise your diary! Pay attention to the woman in your life!