Dear GeekBoy. ::grin:: The Update
Edit: I realized after reading this, that it needed a little explanation. This was a love note to geekboys in general since I’m a confirmed fan. And it could have been from me, from your current SO or anyone you may date in the future. It’s supposed to be fun and sweet and sexy and, yeah.
Oh, and in response to a few folks who have questioned my sincerity or motivation…Dude. If this pissed you off, ask yourself why? If it makes you smile. Good. That’s what I intended. Moving on ;-)
I’m going to tell the world a little secret about you, geekboy.
Now, I know you. I know you’ll shake your head and look away — with that wry chuckle and that little shrug, you know the one. You’re going to deny it when I say it and you’ll even sound sincere.
But I’m going to say it anyway ;p
You can disagree with me if you like. You can tell me I’m biased. You can argue about things like types and you can even pretend that you don’t want to believe me. But even if I am biased, even if I have a type, even if you think I’m utterly full of it, part of you wants to know why. I know you do.
And, because I’m an ornery little brat, I’m going to explain it. Here. Publicly. In detail.
I suggest you hold on to…something.
Let’s start with the basics. Everything starts with the most obvious (y’know, the things you could hardly refute without being a complete liar).
Intelligence is sexy.
Humor, which often rides tandem to intelligence — again, sexy.
Curiosity, the desire to learn, and the drive to excel? All three = sexy.
Not just because they are traits that any woman finds attractive, but (if you want to be really honest) they’re wonderful in a lover, wouldn’t you say?
With me so far? Are we agreed on those points and can we move on?
Let’s delve a bit.
You can be shy or bold, depending on surroundings. You defy general convention. Contrary to popular belief, you are rather hard to define or categorize.
I know, I know. You’ll toss media and public perception at me as some sort of argument. Sure, the movies portray you as hapless, hopeless, sightless…
(I mean, you don’t –always- wear glasses. Even if I love boys in glasses and why do you always have such intriguing eyes, wait, where was I?)
…but I know better.
Oh and, for the record, let me pause and clarify something. I know that you may not be ready to believe me. You may not see all of the things I see. Maybe you haven’t had a woman come right out and tell you these things.
But if I leave you with nothing else, I want you to know this…one…thing.
You are sexy. Period. End of line.
You may need to learn how to be. Or find that key bit of data to make you grok the fact. You may need someone who sits across the table from you and nods as you speak, or who makes the first move, asks for the first kiss. You may need a bit of a jump start or a lot of hints.
But I see it already and, I’m telling you, damn babe…
(as a note, I wrote this because I was thinking of a post for geeksaresexy.net, but liked it so much I wanted to post it here. So, maybe they’ll either link to it or let me do a piece for them. Either way, I appreciate the…inspiration)