A few weeks ago some friends and I went to the philharmonic orchestra here in town to see “Star Trek – the music.” Me, some Romulans, Vulcans and a few Borg Drones all swaying to the sounds of Star Trek music makes for a most lovely evening. Mind you, I’m not a trekie fan. I grew up watching an episode here and there because my Dad was a big fan, but I never really got into it. My boyfriend (Yes, you heard that CORRECTLY – more posts to come on that soon!), however, is an avid fan and I knew an evening spent swooning to the symphonic sounds of Star Trek theme music would pretty much make him the happiest guy alive, so I was happy to join in the trekie love-fest. Now I’ve heard about the Trekie conventions and fan clubs, but let me tell you, until you see these people in real life, it’s difficult to fully grasp their enduring fanaticism. It’s intense nerdism. I personally love a bit of nerd in a man. My boyfriend is a delicious nerd and I just lap it up. He’s no Romulan-reciting nerd, moreso an appreciative fan, if you will (but it wouldn’t matter to me even if he was), but his nerdism runs deep in other areas of his life, and I love it.
Look, these people are also celebrating their nerdism (and love, how sweet!):
Wedded Klingon bliss:
I want to know from you – have you ever dated someone only to find a little (or a whole lot) of nerd lurking within? Is that a turn-on or turn-off??
-CJ.












