That it. It's official.
I'm attracted to nerds.
I mean, I like a great-looking person like any other girl (although my tastes do sometimes gravitate toward the outlandish and not-conventionally-dashing -- see Benedict Cumberbatch), but my primary concern tends to lie with nerdiness. Or intelligence. (Which are, by the way, not interchangeable.) Possibly because I myself am not particularly physically attractive and therefore do not expect the same of others.
My favourite actors, which are far and few between, have all been to university and studied some ridiculously pretentious-sounding courses like Classics (Tom Hiddleston).
It really doesn't matter what kind of nerd this person is, although I draw the line at politics. They could wax poetic about the etymology of 'pulchritudinous', expound the the degeneracy of the genetic code, ramble for hours about the sweeping force of supercells, dissect the Declaration of Independence word by word, be righteously angered by a pair of misused parentheses, or just plain warble about the universality of Mathematics and I would effortlessly be drawn toward them.
Or they could be Star Trek nerds, which (to me) defer from geeks insofar as they have genuine academic interests in and actively pursue the study of working theories to warp space-time or development of universal translators.
I'm just, really, a huge sucker for people whose eruditions give me insight into things I have an interest in.
It explains my fervent interest in House M.D. and BBC's Sherlock, although not my highly inexplicable fascination with Star Trek: The Original Series (which is, in general, a terrible television series compared to the others from the Star Trek franchise, from props to script to acting -- although there were some occasionally brilliant storylines).
I am not surprised to realise, therefore, that I have surrounded myself with friends who are (a) intelligent (I'm talking about SAT 1 > 2300) (b) obsessed and/or (c) talented.
I am, however, slightly saddened that I am not quite anything like the kind of people I find myself inexplicably drawn toward. I have neither extensive knowledge in any particular field nor all-consuming passion about any discipline. I kind of just...flop around on the surface of a great number of vastly different (and sometimes nearly irreconcilable) subjects like a spineless marine creature.
...that wasn't very eloquent, was it.
Here's a birthday gift idea: a shirt that says 'talk nerdy to me' would be very much appreciated. I am about done with inane conversations regarding the colour of shoelaces or the logic of painting nails fire engine red instead of rose (there is none; nail polish is illogical).
Live long and prosper.
Dif-tor heh smusma.
