Was it a PhD in Advanced Sciences?
I saw that once in a movie.
Almost certainly an engineer.
d&r
Lizard, this thread is a breath of fresh air amidst all the terribleness. Thanks for creating it.
Example that would be negative for anyone but me : I briefly dated a guy in college who was a supergenius with a number of mental health problems, including OCPD and bipolar. That’s why we bonded, actually. I had never met another crazy person willing to talk about it. Dude was out there, though, prone to radical life and value changes at the drop of a hat. He was super Catholic, then a libertarian, then he was going to join the military, etc etc. His latest thing was that he was going to be the next mayor of Detroit and revamp the whole thing. When I went to his dorm, he showed me an enormous hand-drawn map of the Detroit sewer system. I thought, “This guy is fucking nuts. And kinda hot.” For me it was the intelligence that did it. Really, really smart guy. Like you believe he could have done amazing work if he would just pick a thing.
We didn’t work romantically but we had a real bond. The last time I talked to him he had fashioned himself as a radical left religious prophet, and was really into vore fetish. He remains crazy and smart and fascinating.
My husband impressed me by not trying to impress me. He was just unassumingly great. The kind of guy a lot of women overlook because he’s very mild-mannered. Well, women do adore him, he’s got a ton of women as friends, I’m just not sure if they’re attracted to him. It’s not something you really ask as the wife.
But I was attracted to him. We met in freshman orientation and it was a college with a reputation for having a lot of smart kids. We were sitting at a table eating ice cream and some of the students started bragging about their SAT scores. As soon as they left, Sr. Weasel and I just looked at each other and said, “Well, that was dumb.” We bonded over our mutual dislike for showing off.
Waking up to the feelings was a slow burn, though. It took a good year before we became close friends and a few months to realize we were in love. There were no grand overtures to get me interested. I just saw that he was highly intelligent but not arrogant, good to everyone, and I could talk to him for hours. He spent eight hours with me assembling a desk. Then I saw he had pretty eyes. Then he crashed into me in the hall and I liked how he grabbed me to keep me from falling. The “scoop you up” thing sealed it. He says in retrospect, he knew it would change things. That we were in love was this huge revelation for our clueless selves.
And when we announced our relationship, friends and family collectively replied, “No shit.”
Having a motorcycle doesn’t necessarily require a lot of money. My classmates who got wheels earliest were children of truck drivers or mechanics; those wheels had more years than Noah’s Ark, but hey, they rolled!
edit: nm