It should surprise nobody that I'm a pretty big nerd.
I own every video game console since the NES, with the exception of the obscure (inb4 cd-i). I have Star Wars posters and Force-FX lightsabers. My Bullet Bill tattoo is probably the best thing I have on my body, and that includes my penis.
Therefore, getting into D&D was the next logical step in my nerd-dom, and I promptly rushed out to the stores to pay ridiculous prices for the 4th Ed Player's Handbook, DM Guide and Monster Manual (yes, I know 4th ed sucks and yes I know I could have downloaded them). Nearly wetting my pants with excitement, I flipped through them.
YOU CAN DO ANYTHING was what I had revolving around my head the second I closed the book, and the pitch I used when I immediately contacted my closest friends and began to pester them into joining me on my quests.
Three of my friends instantly said yes. I had two maybes and about sixty "No thanks, I actually like getting laid."'s. So, I promptly planned a game at my house a few nights later, with me stepping up to the task of DM (since nobody else wanted to buy the books, much less do the work of a DM). Four of my buddies came over, we set up our flagons of ale, brought out our broadswords made of cardboard, and had a blast.
Unfortunately, that was right at the end of the summer, and now that school has started, everyone works on the weekend. Between that and girlfriends/family, D&D has been firmly shelved.
Looks like I'll reach age 30 before my character hits level 30... though, I should probably be doing something better with my time than bitching about D&D... and yet, here I sit.