You take college courses, such as medievel history, public speaking, acting, and fencing, just to improve your game.
You attempt something that you wouldn't have attempted in the past because, hey, anyone can roll a 20.
You realize that if it wasn't for gaming, the entire rest of your life would consist of going to work, watching TV alone, and sleeping.
While watching a high action movie you start listing off the DCs of all of the various skill checks and saves the characters are performing.
All of your vacation time is scheduled to attend gaming cons.
When you visit your friendly neighborhood gaming store, the store owner automatically pulls out for you the new gaming stuff that he knows you want without you needing to order it.
When someone asks you about "the big game," you have to stop yourself from geeking out and gushing about the amazing series of critical hits your uber dwarven defender performed last night against the big bad evil guy. Then respond "I don't know" because you don't watch sports.
You have concluded that marrying a nongamer is unacceptable. Except for Willow Rosenburg.
