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Nerds Make Better Lovers
ultimabaka writes "The New York Daily News, fine bastion of reporting that it is, released an article today discussing the rise of nerd popularity among women in general, and famous women in particular. Detail is given into the dating exploits of Christina Aguilera and Elin Nordegren (nerdy Tiger Woods' supermodel squeeze), among a bunch of regular Janes. Apparently being a nerd is now in?"
In this classic (cough!) film the nerd 'hero' sleeps with the cheerleader heroine (he is in disguise as 'Darth Vader'), satisfying her mightily. She then discovers his identity, and asks how he can be such a fantastic lover, and he reveals the secret: "We nerds never have girlfriends, so all we do is think about sex." After all, it has been proven by science (scientists are nerds, remember) that the brain is the most important sexual organ. It has also recently been proven (again, by nerd scientists who sit at their computers all day) that just THINKING about exercising is almost as effective at increasing strength as actually exercising. Therefore, it makes sense that just thinking about sex must make you better at it.
Serving your airship needs since 1995.
Bah, *real* geeks play the theremin.
Sigur RÃs: I didn't know that Heaven had a rock band.
- And just accept the fact that attractive women want attractive men. That's biology for you. Sorry. If your personality can overcome that, good for you, but most of us are programmed by God, Darwin, whoever, to chase the most physically attractive of the opposite sex. The so-called geek success stories here are successes because they have lots of cash, which frankly, goes a long long way toward attracting women.
Not entirely true. Yes, some women insist on a standard of "only hotties need apply", but please bear in mind that women have different standards of what they consider physically attractive. Personally, I don't have much interest in the Tom Cruise / Brad Pitt type; even when they manage to be down-to-earth emotionally, they're what I refer to as "beige wallpaper". It's versatile, goes with anything; you can dress it up or take it down to the bare minimum, but when you come right down to it, it's still beige wallpaper. Bland and boring. Give me a few quirks and a face with some character to look at, instead.You might be correct in the general sense, but it is still a generalization. :)
Doing my level best to piss off the religious right wing...
Yesterday, while sifting through the UK version of a Cosmo, I found the most remarkable ad I think I've ever seen. It was for a soap product, I think, but the photo was that of 20 Exactly Normal Looking Women. It occured to me that I dont think I've ever actually *seen* Normal Looking Women before...
I put the ad in front of my fiance, and watched. Over about seven seconds, his face turned from daily-default expression to smelling-onions-and-old-celery. "They're all tubby" he said. I was crushed.
I was crushed because I work out three times a week, pay all the bills, get paid roughly three times as much as he does, ride a motorcycle, have fabulous hair, very often get asked out, and this all adds up to one thing.
I can't be normal. I'm not allowed. If I get to be normal, it means that I've just lost whatever it was that made me.
I listen when he's having a horrible day. I dance when there's no music for no reason. I come home and work on the house-wifey duties, and I make him laugh so hard and so often that any tone in his stomach is at least 60% to my credit. I never thought that I'd have to figure out how to be a good mate despite being pretty because now being pretty is synonymous with being ditzy.
He is an engineer, and a mechanic, and one of the most nerdy guys I've ever met. He is doting, and flattering, and patient, and as long as I continue to be nothing short of a full-blown goddess, he will continue to be wonderful.
At least pretty-boys are low maintainance. At least jocks and players they know they're worthless, it actually turned them into better people. Nerds aren't the underdogs, they're the staple, now...and they know it.
Congratulations boys, now you're the trophy.
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