I’m a geek from way back who somehow managed to lose it at 18, and I’ve had my fair share of romance since, I suppose. None with geeky girls, though, and a geeky girl is all I’ve ever wanted. What do I do here, successful geeks-with-geeky-girlfriends? How do I woo a geeky girl (n.b. I won’t watch Star Trek, I just won’t)?
Dammit, where were you all when I was in electronics school? 
What perfect timing! Right before Christmas. Good luck and best wishes to you and your new girl! It’s funny how things find a way of working themselves out. I just also want to mention that it’s very admirable that you want to wait until marriage to have sex. That’s strong willpower that I sure don’t have!
You have nooo idea.
So that’s who the Sexy Soviet Scientist was. Was he the one who gave good back rubs as well?
Hmmm… I seem to have a history of dating geeks and the like. Maybe this says something about me…
I’ve been described as “nerdy cute” by quite a few guys.
There’s nothing better than being the sole female geek in a gaggle of geeks. Ah, the life of a female geek.
And, ahem . . . I’ve argued with many a-folks who are religious virgins who swear to me that oral/manual doesn’t count. It does to! It’s sexual, thus it’s sex! Like trying to find a loophole. I’m down with the folks who say “Don’t want to be a Dad yet” tho.
Anyway, congrats to y’all. Good times.
LOL, that’s great. Don’t forget about your basic physics - transforming potential energy into kinetic energy, bodies in motion stay in motion, etc. 
Geology has a bunch of fun ones too, but I haven’t anyone to share those with lately. sigh
Nah, that was Igor the Schmuck. Great massage therapist, awful boyfriend. And definitely a non-geek.
I think if you’re going to compare the geeks vs. the non-geeks I’ve dated, the former have definitely been more respectful and I’ve been more likely to be able (or want) to stay on friendly terms with them after we broke up. (This presumes a rather expansive definition of geek, however - not restricted to science/computers.) Yay geeks!
Aaah… SSS sounded better
Looks like you’ve had a better experience than I have. Let’s see, there’s been the Trekie/astrophysicist/closet computer scientist who didn’t respect me much, patronised me, and now hates the guts of any man I date. Then the suave (:eek:) astrophysicist I dated for a while whom I’m still reasonably good friends with. Then the total non-geek with a passion for booze and history, whom I almost married after two weeks (:eek:), who treated me very well. Finally, the mathematician, and you know what happened there…
However, that said, geeks still do it for me. I love an intelligent man who can talk to me about anything and everything - science, current affairs, literature, you name it, and doesn’t patronise me. In short, an intelligent and cultured geek. Where am I going to find one of those then?
That said, he doesn’t have to be a geek. Just so long as I can talk to him about what I do without having to use words of one syllable so that he understands.
<glances around SDMB, noting (among other things) discussions about phone numbers, presentation skills, and prime-mininsterial politics>
Seems this is a good place to start…
What’s wrong with one syllable words? You can express so much with just a mere grunt…
At any rate, I’m a complete geek. Here’s the list:
-Science geek (undergrad in genetics, currently slugging through med school)
-Car geek (know way more about fuel injection and turbo’s then can possibly be healthy)
-music geek (and, i might add, music snob)
-cartoon geek (still watch at least two hours of cartoons every Saturday morning)
-video game geek (how does a med student find time for video games? Easy. By not studying.)
The moral of the story is that I managed to marry a non-geek! My wife is very normal (tolerant, but normal). The only problem to date is that she sometimes fails to understand my geeky impulses and obsessions. For instance, OF COURSE I have to buy the newest role-playing game based on a D&D platform (Temple of Elemental Evil, here I come!), or the latest part for my car which effectively does nothing but sure looks cool.
Other than that, my personal geekdom is my personal bliss.
That much, at least, I’ve figured out.
Given what you do, I think there’s going to be a fair amount of overlap between people who understand what you do and geeks.
(Although I do immigration work for a fair number of pretty hardcore geeks, and it’s always fun to get them to explain their work in terms that a liberal arts-oriented person like myself can understand so I can make a convincing immigration case for them. One of my co-workers has a favorite technique: “Pretend you’re at a cocktail party, and someone asks you about your job.” The trouble with that technique is that it presumes that the individual in question a) normally attends parties, and b) does so with people outside his narrow field.)
Yes, this is true. But I don’t date those I work with. At all. Ever. At least not after the first two astronomers.
Oh, just quick random question Eva - when did you actually leave the LonDope? I have no recollection of actually saying goodbye to you…
Yes, there are. More and more often. I, myself, was a cute chick in a datacenter, though now I’m 37, I’m probably in your “old broad” book.
I left pretty much at the very end, and sorry I didn’t say goodbye, but at that moment you seemed, ummm, otherwise occupied. At least the parts of you that would have been necessary for saying goodbye.
(See how much fun it is being practically the only sober person at a gathering like that? I could make up pretty much anything about what went on toward the end, and most of those in attendance would have basically no choice but to believe me.)
If you’re going to be in the neighborhood, though, feel free to stop by! Mi casa es tu casa.
Aah. Yes, I remember now. I still have your business card somewhere. I’m amazed, considering, that I managed to keep hold of it. And, well, consider my response to Sunspace’s comment (near the top of this page), to give you some idea of how things may be progressing…
Oh, and I remember exactly what went on towards the end. I guess I was just being far too distracted to notice that you’d left…
Well, don’t feel too badly; I didn’t even remember giving you my business card! (Although I chalk it up to jet lag and lack of sleep, not beer and hormones.)
And jeez, how many hints does a girl have to drop to get a lousy shoulder rub? Or even better, a good shoulder rub?
(Glad things are going well for you. Now if I could just find my life again…I seem to have misplaced it temporarily.)