A while back, I asked if: all men are geeks. Today I’m questioning if the women who love them or are constantly around them are slowly starting to turn into geeks themselves. I suddenly have new information in my mind that was never there. I know where Endor is. I’m envious of my friend’s pretty PINK XBox controller (she’s also in a long term relationship). I wish “A Dance with Dragons” would just get released already! I’m tempted to read the Federalist Papers! Help me out, Ladies, but WEREN’T WE SO MUCH COOLER BEFORE BOYS???

The latest step down the slippery slope, I’ve started watching Battlestar Galactica. Now I’m interested in things like Cylons and people with names like Gaius Baltar. I’m saying things I never thought I would say. If it weren’t for the rave reviews from DancerinDC and Eat With Me, I don’t think I ever would have picked it up in the first place. But it is Greg who I credit for actually getting me hooked like I am now. Despite claims that “It’s not REALLY sci-fi,” I was ready to give up as soon as I saw things “jumping to light speed.” But Greg’s interest encouraged me to perservere. Now I can’t stop. That sneaky Battlestar. They lured us formerly super cool people in with attractive actors, romantic side plots and lots of sex involving all of the above. But at the end of the day, there’s no getting around the fact that the show is called Battlestar Galactica.

Greg claims the reverse happens. He claimed he had a married man moment at work when a man said something to the effect of, “Oh, Nina was right, the hem on Kenley’s dress was a hot mess.”  Three other men, all with bands on, piled right into the conversation.

I’m not sure if the influences are as apparent with Greg. And which would be preferable, the “sensitive” man or the Comic-con girl?

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