Nerdy. Sexy. Call Me.

When I was young, The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air was the most popular show in my neighborhood.  Every week, after each show, my gal pals and I would get together and swoon about Will.  He was tall and lanky and dripped with swagger.  He was a double-threat as a rapper and actor.  He was the “all around good guy” our mothers said we should look for.  But I harbored a secret.  My heart belonged to Carlton.

On Family Matters, when Laura rejected the advances of Steve Urkel, I wished I could be her so that I could tell him yes a thousand times.  When he changed into the smooth, suave, Stefan Urquelle, all of the other girls’ hearts went aflutter. But mine sank.  I liked the old Steve much better.

When Boyz II Men crooned love songs and we all imagined that they were singing to us, my teenage friends scribbled in their diaries about the muscular Nate and Wanya; or the baritone-voiced Mike.  My heart leapt for the introspective, quiet one in the background who wrote the most poetic lyrics. I fawned over Shawn.

Now that I’m older, it’s much the same.  While other women drool over men whose primary talents are beats and balling, I want to discover the sociological roots of everyday phenomena with Malcolm Gladwell; go on a historical journey with Tukufu Zuberi; and explore the wonders of the cosmos with Neil deGrasse Tyson.

Although my love for nerds is abundant, I have yet to capture the heart of one of these elusive creatures.  But I still believe that my nerd in shining spectacles is out there somewhere, wondering where I am.  To him, I say:

Beautiful, intelligent one; call to me
Tell me of logic and philosophy
Speak of equations as poetry
And I will come swiftly, softly, sweetly

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Comments

  1. Tracy says:

    Me too! I’m right there with ya, and was able to snag one as my husband after about 35 years. It’s never too late.

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