Stupid Moment of the Day:
I was halfway done shaving my legs when I realized I still had the
cover on my razor. Maybe that was why the razor just glided so easily.
I was talking on MSN to this guy who I met a few times at parties over
the years. We had an interesting conversation about the “types” of
people we’re attracted to. He told me he likes girls who are nice,
smart and have a nice pair of legs. (Yes, who does?) Then the
conversation turned to me. He’s met about two or three of my
boyfriends, so he had a few opinions. The conversation went something
Friend: Yeah I noticed that you like guys that are kinda…
Me: …geeky? nerdy? LOL
Friend: You said it, Not me. But yeah, why do you go for those kinda guys? I mean, I’d think you could get any guy you wanted.
Me: I dunno, I always went for the geeks.
Me: I guess it’s because I’m really a geek too. I just hid it better. Heeheehee, closet geek.
Mmmm,… something about those geeky guys. I guess it’s because they’ve
got a lot more interesting things to say. And their sense of humour is
a lot wittier and warped. Conventionally cute/hot guys have never done
it for me. They’re one in a million.
Since I could remember, I’ve always gone after the geeks. Like jesslaw,
I’ve always rooted for the underdog. Of course, being a geek, myself,
they (ironically?) never gave me a second look and were always mooning
after the popular girl in class. Ah well, missed chances and
Quotation I Like:
“But consider the moment after we are released from extreme pain. What
happens next? No one ever told me that in order to feel ecstasy I would
have to experience its opposite.”
-Martha Brooks, “One Woman’s Experience with the Ecstatic” in Dropped Threads (2001).