Time to Effing #GetItOn: Captain of the Basketball Team vs. The Nobody

Of course out of the thousands of roomate options on Craigslist, I would find the ONE chick with a dog named Einstein. Amazeballs. So, I totes got to kick it last night with my Fornication Under Consent of the King buddy - and he kinda made my head hurt. And no, not from the obvious banged me so hard I smacked my head against the wall ... (although, yes that happened too), I'm talking prior to that.

Picture it ... 10pm-ish, he picks me up, we head back to his place, kick it in the living room, curl up on the couch, spark a blunt (legal in California!!), and of course start talking twitter.

Well, lemme take a couple steps back - Youth in Revolt was on HBO, and we were both agreeing that the second part of the flick is actually pretty good, but just got off to a super slow start. Then, I said that Michael Cera is actually a pretty solid actor, but the nerds of the world can't stand him.

Tangent: Dude, Scott Pilgrim was AH-MAZING, but had they just put ANYONE else in that role besides Michael, that movie would have done SOOOOOOO much better. Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!!! HORRIBLE casting.

He goes, don't get on the subject of nerds, I fucking hate them - and I DON'T consider you a nerd.

Come again?

You're social. Nerds just sit there behind their computers day and night talking to one another and don't interact. Sitting there with my fingers typing is not a viable form of communication.

I literally sat there dumbfounded.

I take a hit.

I consider what I do art - it's a form of self expression.

Yeah, I think it's narcissism. Who the fuck cares what you had for breakfast!!!

Have you actually ever read from anyone's twitter feed exactly what they had for breakfast? I use it every day, and have yet to read a twitter feed strictly comprised on what a person had for breakfast.

But what makes you think you're so special that people care?

It's not that people think they're special, it's about self expression. ::I point to the picture on his wall:: What I do is no different than the guy that painted that picture. I express myself in written form every. single. day. And through the publishing of those thoughts, other people can relate, and then tell me their stories - and poof! Dialogue!!! Houston, we have contact! It's different. Have you ever even been on twitter?

No.

Why not?

Because it's lame.

"If I don't wanna fuck a dude, I don't wanna tweet. Somethings you just know are lame without even having to do them."

I grab my Droid Charge, and send an email to myself - THAT is a quote!!!

How can you be so narrow minded dude! That's not at ALL what twitter is about. All it is is a channel for communication. People publish thoughts in 140 characters, other people find those thoughts and start following - it's the laws of attraction in tangible form.

I think it's stupid.

I look into his eyes and recognize that all my passion, and all my energy is absolutely 100% not going sway this human being - like at all. Plus, let's keep it real - at that point, I was enjoying my buzz and kinda not wanting to go into it anymore.

It's incredible though, and totally got me thinking that these archetypes we fall into in school really do stay with us for the majority of our lives.

This guy was CLEARLY the captain of his basketball team in high school - I noticed it the second I met him at the bar. He's super tall, crazy confident but not cocky ... he has this swagger to him that is SUCH a fucking turn on. During his formative years, this guy was clearly confident and expressed himself openly since he knew his friends would accept, and no matter what - he would still be cool.

I, on the other hand, wasn't even a fucking nerd in school - I frankly wasn't cool enough. I was a total nobody. Like total total total nobody. I had my best friend, but no true social circle, friends with everyone on an acquaintance level, but other than that - no invites to a single party ... ever.

I was SOOOOO repressed in my formative years that I have now devoted my life to self expression and finding this identity online because I never felt like I had one IRL.

I am truly fulfilling every nobody's dream - becoming a somebody.

He, on the other hand, works in production for a TV show, and is STILL hanging with all the cool kids refusing to befriend nerds at all costs.

I don't get it ... you should see his face too when he says it - I hate (his body cringes with disgust) ... nerds.

Going back though to the organic root of attraction, will the nobody in me always want to align my energy with someone like the captain of the basketball team in an attempt to fulfill a carnal childhood desire?

I very sincerely wonder what in me is so attracted to this dude in any regard. I mean let's face it, he doesn't get what I do for a living (but respects it since it supports me), doesn't understand social media which is like my greatest passion ever. ever. ever. ever, and doesn't like nerds ... at all. Could it really be that simple? Is this all that I am trying to do kick it with the captain of the basketball team to get some sort of acceptance that I was desperately seeking as a child? 

Amazing.

Well, acceptance and good sex. Good lord, he is the funnest person on the planet to bone. UGH!

I don't have the answer to this yet, but I am curious to know what you guys think. Have you ever been consciously aware that you were dating someone outside of your high school social circle? Did they appear to be more attractive to you?

LMK - I'm curious to what your thoughts are on this.

xoxo #nerdsunite

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K. Thx. Bye.

Comments

[CriticalObserver]

Not everyone has to be accepting of everything. Variety makes people unique. It might sound insane that he hates nerds, but that is as logical as you whole heartedly believing that if something is not on the internet, it does not exist. You two share the same narrow mindedness, mate. Perhaps therein lies the attraction?