Well, clearly, this blog has nothing to do with dating. I never share dating experiences here, and of course I would never even dream of writing a book on dating…
I have that backwards, don’t I? ::snickers sarcastically::
Well, this certainly isn’t a horror story by any means, but I just have to share this dating story with you because I think it’s funny. And it’s funny because I am the one to be laughed at here, and we all know how I like to laugh at myself.
You know that time in a relationship when you’re finding out all of the lovely things about the other person (and I’m being totally serious and not sarcastic here)? You know, the times when you reveal that you hate peanut butter, and that they used to be lifeguard in high school?
Yes of course you know what I mean.
Well, one such relationship discovery for me has recently been a trip into Geekdom that I never thought I’d take. I’m a bit of a geek myself, mind you, but I geek out over different things than the boyfriend. I make Star Wars and Star Trek jokes; will argue over who the best captain of the Enterprise (whatever manifestation it happens to be in) was.
Yes, I know they're dressed like the Beatles. No, this isn't a mistake.
I’m into Steampunk stuff; have read the Twilight books more times than I care to admit; I’ve seen all of the Lord of the Rings movies (a few times each), and I’d sooner sit down to watch a documentary on the History Channel than catch up on the latest 30 minute sitcom (unless it’s The Big Bang Theory, of course. That’s completely different.)
I’ve studied anime and manga in the undergrad degree, and I’m fairly familiar with geekery thanks to some awesome bloggers out there (thank you, Jen from Cake Wrecks and EPBOT). I like Chuck Wendig’s books because they’re a little dark and off the beaten path; I used to watch Buffy, and I can totally kill opponents in Trivial Pursuit. But I’ve only ever had a basic working knowledge of geeky interests, apparently, and you’ll see in a moment how I figured this out.
While spending time with my bf this weekend, I went into my very first comic store. Yes, I know. You’re either laughing at me for being deprived of such an experience for so long, or you’re laughing at me in disbelief over this phenomenon – or you’re just laughing at me because that’s what you do – depending upon your point of view in the matter. Regardless, my point is this: I felt like I was WAY out of my element. I mean, sure I know who Batman and Superman are. I have a bit of knowledge about the Green Lantern. I’ve seen the Ironman and Spiderman movies. But, WOW! I had pretty much no idea what I was looking at half of the time, or if I did, it was because I’ve only vaguely been exposed to it.
I was totally lost. It was funny. There was this white abominable snowman looking thingy, and these life-sized cutouts of people I’ve never even seen before. Random lunchbox-type paraphernalia, but ooh! ooh! some cute little Darth Vader stuff. I seem to have recognized a villain from Captain America on the cover of one of the comic books. But, other than that, it was like I’d entered a foreign land.
It’s just never been my scene, but to each their own, right?
So I’m learning about all kinds of geekery lately: Cthulhu, Dr. Who (though I’m still fuzzy on what a T.A.R.D.I.S. is and exactly how many doctors there have been [and are they all the same character played by different actors, or different actors playing different doctors, or what?]), RPGs, Munchkin card games (which was really very silly and fun), and various other geeky things. And I’m happy to learn it, if only to get on the inside of some of the jokes.
Segue: This was actually pretty funny – I made a joke this weekend about something *I* totally geek out on (Sheldon Cooper, et al.) and my bf had no clue what I was referencing but the rest of the crew in the car totally got it. So, it appears that I’ve got some things to expose him to as well.
Regardless, I’m sure there are several of you out there who jump into finding out what your love really loves, and sometimes you find out that it’s something totally foreign to you – like comics and various other concepts o’ geekery are for me. I don’t know that I’ll be embracing all of the Lovecraftian silliness and the new (to me) comic genre, but you never know.
The bigger picture here is that I went to the comic store with him. I don’t have to go, but I wanted to. This is what being in a relationship is about: you support each other. Did I know what half of the things I was looking at were? Nope. Did he walk directly to specific shelves because he knew exactly what he was looking for? You betcha. Did I feel left out when our group of friends, who went with us, dispersed to find their own comic-esque goods? Not in the slightest; it’s a comic store. I found plenty to keep my interest.
Best part: he knows comics and such aren’t my thing, but he appreciates my openness and my acceptance of his fandom regardless. I mean, he accepts my affinity for contact sports, so it’s only fair. And who knows, maybe one of these days I’ll actually figure out what that blue police box is all about…