The scene: driving home from work with Mr.Monkey. We are discussing a co-worker’s recent Goodwill purchase.
Me: “Yeah, so he found an old-school slide projector and we were joking that now he needs to find an old film projector and we’d never need to use PowerPoint again.
Him: “Ah, the film projector. Reminds me of my days in the AV club in elementary school. Good times.”
Me: “Wait, you were in AV club?”
Me: “And in marching band, right?”
Him: “Not just in marching band. I was the drum major.”
Me: “I really married a nerd, didn’t I?”
Him: “Oh, don’t forget, high school debate club too!”
Me: (raises an eyebrow, resists making “master debater” joke)
Him: “And I ran cross-country, which is totally the nerdiest sport.”
Me: “That is true.”
Him: “Are you surprised you married a nerd? You can’t be! Look at these glasses…I practically have nerd stamped to my forehead.”
To any of my single readers, allow me to make a suggestion: If you get a chance, you should always marry the nerd.