My uncle called me this morning at 9:35 AM...
I was dreaming about flying through sterile rooms when the phone rang. I didn't think it was mine but it was. My uncle owns my old computer from high school and doesn't really know anything about computers. He told me he was writing an article for the Woodstock Times and needed to know how to save it onto a floppy disk. My uncle is one of the most cultured men I know...I admire his knowledge, library, his Victorian garden, his cooking. I just would assume he would be able to figure out how to save to a disk. But I don't hold it against him. I'm just glad I could help him out.

To continue with my saga of "two nerds in love" ---
Braden's twenty-second birthday is thrusday. I'm thinking of getting him a box of Wheat Thins so we can share in my obsession. It doesn't bother me that he's 22 and hasn't done anything sexual in nature in his whole life. I thought that was how I would end up. But for some reason, being near him turns me into a bumbling idiot. In teen movies: when the nerd wants to ask the cheerleader out on the date, he stumbles for words, freudian slips all over the place and ends up falling on his ass while the cheerleader steps on him. That's how I feel. I can't stop myself from saying the dumbest shit! Maybe it's because I am attracted to him or maybe it's because I'm a moron.
I'm just treading lightly around the sexual frustration I guess...
Tune in next time for another story of "Two Nerds in Love"
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