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Mama and the Geek

It's a strange thing, the secret passion grown women have for geeks.

Do geeks bring out our maternal sides? Or is it that as we get older we start to realise that the qualities we valued so highly in men during our teens (muscles, stubble, sporting prowess, ability to drink multiple kegs of ale without passing out, own car) aren't that important after all? After all, hard abs + attitude doesn't necessarily = true luv 4 ever, does it? It takes so much more.

The thing about nerdy chaps is that they learn humility at an early age; years of having sandcastles kicked over and their heads flushed down the school bogs by larger, meaner boys tends to have that effect. Humility, when applied to relationships, goes a long, long way.

Geeks also have a lot to prove, having repeatedly lost the popularity contest at school and suffered through years of sexual frustration as a result; this makes them much more likely to succeed professionally as adults. And women, when they start to heed the biological clock, are more likely to choose mates who can bring home the bacon. Geeks also tend to take refuge in humour as a way of deflecting insults brought down on them in the classroom. Women rate laughter highly - take note boys, humour is a great natural aphrodisiac.

A straw poll amongst my mama friends reveal the following as the most popular geeks (is that an oxymoron or a triumph?). Feel free to add your own personal geek romeos by posting a comment...
P.S. Please feel free to enter into a lively debate re the geek credentials of any of the above, but remember that in most cases I am merely passing on the opinion of others...

Comments

Anonymous said…
I suspect GEEKS are just wolves in sheep's clothing. Girls - beware. Talking of geeks - how about Martin Clunes - something about those ears...
Kate B. said…
Anon, for shame... that is def a guilty geek pash you should be keeping secret!

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