So, I’m at this house party last night. Nothing fancy. Bunch of singles playing games and goofing off. I felt too old to be there.
Anyway, as I’m leaving there’s this really attractive girl sitting on the couch looking at “The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy”. Immediately, I’m thinking to myself, “win win win win win”. So, I lean over and say to her, “You like Douglas Adams?”
And she says, “Oh, it was just sitting here. I was looking at the first little bit.”
I’m like, “That’s cool. It’s really funny. Smart funny.” She hits me back with a bit of a blank stare. I explain, “It’s kinda comedy for the Doctor Who set.”
“The what?”
You know that moment when you realize you’re talking to maybe the wrong person? I mean, she was totally good-looking, totally friendly, and… completely unaware of what on Earth I was talking about. We’ve all been there – that ferocious little moment where your hormones and your brain cells cordially shake hands, turn their backs one to another, walk ten paces, immediately turn about face, aim aaaaaaand Fire! This time, my hormones took the bullet.
Anyway, she’s still looking at me, puzzled and waiting for the “what”.
So I simply say, “It’s a book for nerds.”
And I leave it at that.
