I like nerds. I date them a lot. My two serious relationships were both with nerdy-types. I’m not sure what it is about them but it is one pattern that I follow regularly.
I have my limits though and Mr. Lobster Claws broke through them without a backwards glance.
Over a year ago, I met Mr. LC on a dating website. Through various e-communications, I was fairly certain that we wouldn’t be a match romantically but I thought he was worth a shot and I was definitely open to a friendship if nothing else.
We met up one winter’s eve and went out to a very casual resto and had a very casual conversation. We had much in common but my initial impression was correct and a friendship was all that would ever come of it.
After a couple of hours of chatting, we were both gearing up to call it a night when he brought up a movie screenplay which he had been working on… a movie about psychic lobsters with razor blade claws.
I repeat, a movie about psychic lobsters with razor blade claws.
He got so excited about it that he told me nearly every last detail over the following 45 minutes… I think there was some stuff about lasers too but I spaced out after realizing that I wouldn’t get a word in edgewise until he was done his tale of radioactive genetic mutations. I know there was much more to it but my mind has dropped the strange and quirky details since.
Eventually, I was able to tame down his excitement about his project and was redirect his attention to the fact that we had been wearing our jackets and ready to leave for nearly an hour. We parted ways and that was that.
I actually had a friend who shared this story as comic relief when he was on a date that wasn’t going well. Sadly, his date thought he made it up because in her mind, there was no way such a story could exist in real life. It ended the date then and there. Maybe I should have passed on Mr. LC’s number so she could see for herself.
So yes… there is nerdy and then there’s too nerdy. Even in my world. Needless to say, Mr. LC and I never spoke again. C’est la vie.
