I Dig Scrawny Pale Guys

I guess since I already revealed my love for adorable psychopaths like Harold Chasen, I might as well make some confessions about the real-life heart-warmers out there. The nerds. But not just any class of nerd, mind you. I usually refer to this special class that strikes my fancy as, the "nerdy punk." The classic example, I feel, is embodied in the band Weezer. Yes, America loved you and your ever popular Blue Album, despite such lyrics as:

I've got the Dungeon Master's Guide.

I've got a 12-sided die.

I've got Kitty Pryde

And Nightcrawler too

Waiting there for me.

Yes I do, I do.

Yes we do, love you. As long as you have that dark, crunchy amp sound to punk up your songs, you can say anything you want. Which reminds me, one of my friends freshman year once said that he thought that you could say anything you want in a Sean Connery accent, no matter how shocking, and it was okay. So, along these lines, you can be as nerdy as you want...as long as you have that special something, that certain amp or accent that gives you that undeniably attractive edge.

Unfortnately, in my view, I think this edge is likely composed of some sort of obsession. And if you have one you know who you are, and if you don't...alas, you may never. However, in most cases the guys that fit this scenario are, in fact, far from adorable. With the wrong turn of the screw these guys can turn out to be serial killers, junkies, or perverts. So, that nerdy punk turns out to be very rare, indeed. There are relatively harmless, delightsome obsessions out there...in case you were wondering.

So, I guess what reminded me of this is that this guy I met at a party a couple weeks ago, who I found to be very nice and attractive (who may be reading this...*blush*), ended up winning a pageant on campus today for the Nerdiest Man. Funny story about that meeting...my friend Heidi and I went to this party and started talking to this guy and got his number. He left early, and the party soon was beginning to remind me too much of activities I had done so many times before that I didn't have the heart to appreciate them. So, I thought it would be a much better idea to call this guy instead.

We ended up meeting up with him to do something, and that something turned out to be chucking Valentine's Day chocolates into his roommate's car and making a run for it. We were laughing for a bit, and then about a block down the road I said, "Hey, I wanted to hang out with him. We should go back." Heidi simply replied that we couldn't go back after speeding away, or we'd look crazy. Umm...too late, right? Not the smartest way of letting someone know you'd like to get to know them... Ah, well. I actually hung out with him and his friends a bit after that, so I guess he forgave me for ditching him earlier.

In case you missed it, I obviously have no idea how to interact with people sometimes. That's not to say that I am "socially awkward"...as I don't stumble over my sentences and completely lack the ability to make conversation. I'm just the type that starts hyperventilating if too many people brush past me at WalMart. Ugh, what a horrible place. Their new vamped image incorporating an organic color scheme doesn't put my pulse at ease!

Anyway, getting back to the nerd topic at hand, I think I can generally sum it up with the slogan from a Hot Topic sticker I bought in high school: "I dig scrawny pale guys." There you have it.