Tomorrow I’m going to Canada for nerd activities and debauchery. I enjoy being a nerd; in fact, I welcome and promote it. This reminds me of a conversation I had with a customer today. She was 26 (I ID’d her) and quite attractive. Seeing as how lonely I’ve been since no one loves me—not melodramatic at all!—and that I’m rather solitary for the rest of the day, I tend to strike up conversations at work quite often. Here’s how this conversation went.
She hands me her credit card. It’s a hello kitty credit card.
“Hello Kitty,” I say.
“Yes,” she says. “I’m a nerd. Thanks for reminding me.”
“That’s okay, I’m a nerd too.”
“No, really, I’m huge a nerd. I’m not joking.”
“Me either.”
“Do you go to Comiccon to read comic books?”
“I’ve been to Comiccon, yes.”
“How many times?”
“Once, a long time ago, but I go to Lunacon every year and plan on going to many more cons. I love them.”
“I’ve been three times and I dress up.”
“That’s not nerdy, that’s awesome. What do you dress up as?”
“Something different every year. Wonderwoman, Spidergirl, this year we did World of Warcraft outfits.”
“So what you’re saying is that you’re just amazing?”
“No, I’m really nerdy, you have no idea.”
At this point she seemed rather flustered, which I find endearing.
I recall one girl I was quite smitten with being horribly flustered while just being in my presence, all nervous and tongue-tied at times. I found this to be the most attractive thing in the world, and ironic, since I was very much in the same boat, which is beyond unusual for me. I’m not sure what that means—that I can talk to strangers better than I can talk to someone I really care about, but I’m sure it means something. I just don’t know what, since it’s never happened before. But alas, I’m getting off topic again.
At this point I was about to tell her, the girl from the package store, “Well I’m going to Canada to play Magic the Gathering for the entire weekend. I also write fantasy novels and have my own business painting magic cards. I’m pretty sure you can’t be more nerdy than that.” However, my spotlight was stolen, as my coworker needed my help and attractive nerdy girl left.
The experience reminded me that you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover, and so with the clichés. I wouldn’t have thought her to be a nerd, and I could tell she didn't believe me, that she thought I was just trying to force a similarity between us. I suppose my roguishly good looks and sculpted muscles (cough, cough) did not portray a nerd-like persona. But that, of course, is because nerdy gentleman are always stereotyped as either insanely fat or deathly skinny…actually this is true for the most part, as all stereotypes are, which is why I stereotype everyone…as I pointed out in a blog post a few days ago. You should read that if you haven’t already.
Anyway, I’ll post again when I return from Canada. I’ll be sure to jot down some notes and record the more amazing parts.
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