Steve Montage

Do you ever notice that when we're dating people, we tend to fall in line with their speech patterns; like adapting small nuances into our behaviour that make us ultimately more similar? Most people adapt without really being conscious of it. I've definitely picked up on some of steve's phrases and mannerisms, if only because he's so distinctive (and no, I won't get into it). But one thing I won't pick up, and take great delight in bringing to your attention, is his total obsession with his own dorkiness. He's like a puppy who just found his own tail (I had to bite my lip not to liken him to a boy who has found his own penis for the first time). Just about every blog entry lately has contained references like the following:

• I used to wake up at 6 o'clock in the morning for the sole purpose of downloading...and yes, this probably helps to explain why girls wouldn't talk to me in first year.)
• I've always enjoyed watching backstage footage, and yes, this helps explain why girls didn't talk to me until after second year)
• I'd like to think I've grown since then; if my five years at Queen's taught me anything it's that I should embrace my inner geek, and if this blog hasn't thoroughly convinced you that I'm the biggest nerd you've ever met then I'm clearly not trying hard enough.
• Just when you thought I couldn't possibly be any dorkier, I'm back with a column about fantasy sports.
• If that statement didn't seal an eternity in Geek Heaven, I don't know what will. Of course, this begs the question: would Geek Heaven be a better place today if I was already there? Oh, but I digress.
• But this is the kind of stuff I live for--and yes, it helps explain how I graduated a virgin. Also, if you weren't quite convinced I'm the world's biggest dork...well, read on
• The lesson, as always: I'm a dork. But you know that already...and since I've got nothing to hide, here are my final few, fragmented thoughts from a day spent watching the "biggest concert in the history of the world".
• Example #54,294 of why I'm the biggest dork alive: I spent no less than three hours of my day today following the on sales for Pearl Jam's fifteen Canadian concerts.

The man has discovered and come to terms with his inner geek. And even though I'm not going to be so vocal about mine, I'm damn proud of him for it - dating the smartest person I've ever met has certainly only made me better. Thanks for being such a loser, sweetheart. I wouldn't want you any other way!