Baby, please don't do this to me

Baby, I love you so. Why did you have to do this to me.

I remember the day we met. It wasn't long ago actually, September 25th to be exact. I remember because of all the hype surrounding that fateful day. I went in and there you were. It was as if you were just waiting for me to walk through that door. I got you home and unwrapped you, and ran my hands along your spartan green outer shell, such fine detail, such beauty. It actually sent shivers down my spine. I bought you nice things like Geometery Wars and Bomberman Live. I even got you your very own copy of Halo 3. Yesterday, I came home, and was so excited to see you. I could not wait to turn you on and get into some heavy action. Of course you're always up for some foreplay with the Live Arcade, but every time I try to get you into the mood for some real action, you simply moan and groan and make wierd noises, rejecting anything I try and put inside you. It's reminiscent of my ex-girlfriend's 'headaches' she would always have at the most inopportune of times. I can't really be upset at this point, because I knew the risks of getting involved with a console like you. I've heard countless stories from your past, going through life, breaking hearts at every turn. I just wonder, why me? I treated you so good, baby. Why me?