Sweetie held me in his arms last night, and romanced me with a jot of long-memorized Vogon poetry.
“Oh freddled gruntbuggly, thy micturations are to me/As plurdled gabbleblotchits on a lurgid bee.”
I said, “You’ve been waiting years to use that one, haven’t you?”
I countered with a snippet of Data doggerel: “Felis cattus is your taxonimic nomenclature/An endothermic quadruped, carnivorous by nature.”
We proceeded to have a lovely evening. Ain’t love grand?
Darn it! I always call my wife “Tender Lumpling,” and I don’t think she’s ever caught once the Oingo Boingo reference!
Well I’m really disappointed. Here I thought you were talking about something completely different! nudge, nudge, wink, wink. 
You mean biting the heads off chickens?
I mentioned he romanced me, I guess I didn’t explicitly say he was successful.
Are we heading towards a Big Fat Geek Wedding?
Ouch.
Pah! You can’t call yourselves geeks in love until…
…you’ve recited poetry…
in Elvish.
*O mia mela sa isi le da carne, carne eglantine… *
(That was a really bad translation. My apologies. ouch)
Pshaw. I submit that Tolkien has unfortunately lost his status as an absolute indicator of geekitude. There are too many 15-year-old girls sighing over Aragorn and Arwen for Elvish to be remotely obscure anymore.
Sweetie knows how to code in machine language, assembled his own digital recording studio in his spare time and decided he needed to build a hurdy-gurdy from scratch for a medieval party we attended last year. I amazed and amused people at the same party with my 1337 Monty-Python-and-the-Holy-Grail-quoting skillz. Together, we taught ourselves medieval flute music and pranced behind a friend who was dressed as a knight, playing his minstrels. Unasked. He was appreciative, fortunately.
No, we’re geeks all right.
Vogon poetry? Okay, you’ve convinced me. I must find one of these geek women.
:: looks around cubicle ::
:: pause ::
:: looks around cubicle again ::
There’s more to it than that, isn’t there? 
Ooh, that’s super geeky. Cool.
All I want is someone who can quote Shakespeare to me without seeming goofy.
Heh. That’s why I’ve started using the original Qenya language, JRRT’s earlier version of High Elvish!
Sorry, folks, Elvish has left the building.
Sorry, I couldn’t help it!
I bow down to your geekitude.
Is this a dagger I see before me?
Or am I just happy to see you?
I agree. Try reciting the love poetry in Klingon, instead. 
Oh, my.
:o Good thing they altered that smiley.
Ya know, every time I’ve seen this thread title I’ve misread it as “greek love”.
I thought it was about something totally different.
I’d say that showing off my poetry is geekish, except that every poseur in the country does the same. Maybe being able to recite the Jabberwocky on a dime?
Maybe, but it still does it for me. Hell I’m in love with everyone in this thread, even Sunspace and Quadgop!
goes to find where all the geek women are hiding in his town
And my apologies for spelling your name wrong Qadgop… It’s the instinctual ‘u’ after the ‘q’. My bad.
Qadgop is of utmost hardcoreness.
Or better yet Ithkuil.
I’ve met him, I can vouch for his geekness.
(Dammit, that means he can vouch for mine too! :smack: Oh wait, that’s a good thing… right?)