Because I've had Wine and am Spilling the Beans

The Geek is back. Back in all of his pocket-protected glory.

Why? Why you ask? Because a) I'm a dating fool, b) I'm a dating fool, c) I'm a dating fool.

A thought came to me today as I observed a clip-on Geek Squad tie tossed ever so casually across my backseat. A nagging voice inside my head cried, "Gee, this sure ain't the love life you should be having at 32." Effing voices.

(And btw, I WAS NOT getting busy with said Geek in the Integra. I was simply helping him transport all of his Geekwear from his Geekmobile to his casa. Because, you know, that's a normal thing for a grown woman to do.)

Anyhow, meat and potatoes is absolutely no longer. Sushi and fine wine is too, too far away. And the Geek, well, he's growing on me. Turns out, he acted like a douche bag last summer because he was still in a relationship and was "not about to cheat on the girl, but didn't want to lose me either." Yada, yada, yada.... words, words, words. Spare me. I don't care. But now, now that the little lady is gone and the full court press is on, I have to say, me likey.

In all seriousness, he's fucking smart. He has no children or crazy ex wife. A typical moment in his house is spent watching him decipher computer programs on one of his many laptops while he watches college basketball on ESPN and simultaneously installs a water heater. Oh yeah, and finding time to give the best geeky kisses ever. Who woulda thunk it? And did I mention, he's fucking smart?

But the thing that stands out and grabs me most - he is anything but predictable. From one moment to the next, I'm unsure what will be said, what will happen, what will be felt. Maybe I am indeed crusin' for a bruisin' as Gram always told me growing up, but whether I'm crazy or not, this sporadic behavior is very appealing to me. Whether you're my mailman, best friend, or a Geek, if you keep me guessing and my mind racing, I'm yours.

Enough with the mush. I'm calling it now - this Geekation won't last. I already know this. Frankly, Love and I aren't friends. And that's okay. But for now, ladies and gents, I have a stomach full of fluttery, brilliant, dweeby Bill Gates-wannabe butterflies. And it feels great.