At my elementary school, when you leave 5th grade and move on to the horrors of middle school, you are given a yearbook to go back to after a hard day of 7th grade, when you’re just feeling so awkward.
Now, I couldn’t even tell you where my copy has been the last decade, so, when I happened upon my friend Katie’s yearbook while sitting in her room drinking sparkling wine, there was no doubt in my mind that I would sit on the floor and begin perusing
I flipped past fairly familiar faces and places. Old jokes came surging back as we reminded each other of all the memories that were tucked inside of this book. Then we came across the “can you imagine ” section. “Can you image Katie getting sick?” Why, yes, we can. Who came up with these? Then we found mine: “Can you ever imagine Olivia not being good at chess?”
If you couldn’t tell, I’m a bit of a nerd – I was a bit of a nerd even back then. Need further proof? My ambitions in this yearbook was to be a “stargazer.” Yup. Stargazer. Not astronomer, stargazer. Not only was I a nerd but I was a weird variety of nerd. The other nerds could have made fun of me, they didn’t, but they would have had every right to do so.
My nerdy ways are probably the driving force behind why I always go after the nerdy guys (cough, cough, Brandon, cough) even back then. Looking at my old, fifth grade class I realized that not only did I end up dating three boys from this fifth grade class when we were in middle school and high school but I also realized that I dated the three biggest nerds that my class would ever know.
This is not to say that these guys were bad guys. They were all sweet boys and wonderful boyfriends. But they were nerds all the same. And, in the end, they didn’t work out.
I have options. I just need to figure out exactly what it is I’m looking for and then look for the exact opposite. I probably should stop picking up boys at GameStop or Magic Tournaments to start.
The only way that I can justify my going into a relationship with a nerd, from here on out, is if I end up marrying a computer science-y man for money (English Majors don’t have money, Computer Science Majors do). I’ll bake for him and he’ll buy me a house – fair trade, right?
Can you imagine Olivia not dating a nerd?