A logical conclusion: Vulcans=Asians

So AzN.

This fervent, unapologetic geek was very pleased last Tuesday to receive her pre-ordered copy of Star Trek Reboot. The next week or so was spent viewing and savoring the delicious nerdy goodness. I even coerced the roomie and Lisa into watching it–both of them sat down thinking they’d just humor me for a few minutes, and then…excellent.

This film confirmed a long-lingering suspicion that has dogged me since I first began watching Star Trek: Vulcans are Asians.

Watch out, men of the world! pt. 5: The Monroe Doctrine

So, have been seeing Monroe on a semi-regular basis. He is a very sweet boy. The perfect gentleman, really: thoughtful, conscientious, gentle, goofy. A genuine nice guy. A big contrast, in many ways, to the ex. I suppose that’s what we look for in a rebound: whatever was missing from the previous relationship.

I warned him during our last date that I was just getting out of a long relationship, that it was a risk to date me, there was the danger of rebounding, etc.–I wanted him to make an informed decision. I told him I could call him in a few months if he preferred. He shrugged and said, do you see me running away? He said, you’ll be fine.

I don’t think he understands what a rebound relationship entails. But he was forewarned; what else can I do, short of going all weepy about my ex on him? I’ve definitively ended that relationship and have absolutely no interest in its resurrection (note to self; in recent weeks, ex has been acting like a zombie: rising from the dead and then trying to consume my heart and brain. But one very long and stormy phone conversation took care of that).

Roomie says Monroe is completely smitten, based on recent behavior. He’s a nice person and I enjoy his company, although I don’t want to get emotionally invested in another serious relationship at this point. Not sure how I can protect his feelings AND just have the sort of free-wheeling fun I’m looking for right now.

HALP!

p.s. Monroe smells funny. Not hygiene or cologne related…but you know ladies, that underlying SCENT of a person? I don’t like his. It just smells…wrong. Anything I can do?

Ugly duckling syndrome

Last night, I was talking to the roomie about dating. I told her that when I get dressed up, put on makeup, all that jazz, etc., I know I look good–to me. I’m satisfied. I look in the mirror and feel pleased. But I’m always shocked–shellshocked! that men find me attractive as well. I’m rather astonished by this phenomenon.

Ugly duckling syndrome, she said. Let’s face it: I was not a looker in high school. Acne, extra weight, no concept of hair products or makeup…a lot of studying and nerdy pursuits. It was a fun childhood, though; an extended childhood, really, because she and I spent high school innocent of dating and its vagaries.

Then, I had a period of blossoming in college; lost some weight, started wearing makeup, learned the secrets of hair gel. Boys were interested! And I felt flattered…but I also felt contempt. Wasn’t I the same person, after all? Only the packaging changed.

So, post college, gained back some weight (ah, grad school). Now, it’s coming off again; I’m down about 25 lbs. And I’m just not used to the attention again, and it’s discomfiting. A bit foreign. For all his faults, my ex (Mr. P), loved me and my body even at its highest weight; I feel, then, vaguely suspicious of men who are interested in me now. Self-defeating? Yes, enormously.

This is going to take some time to figure out.