Out of my League

One thing I don't like about being 'all grown up': You're not supposed to cry.

You have to handle things maturely. You have to respond appropriately. And mostly I think this is a very good idea. But not today.

I was with some friends after a seminar, and I had expressed attraction for someone from the class.

I was promptly told by one of my friends that the person in question was 'major league' and that I would not have shot as I was a 'nerd'. The nerd, he told me, never gets the really attractive people. It just doesn't happen, he confidently asserted to my face.

In all honesty, I hadn't any intention to pursue the person in question. I was merely appreciating their good looks. But to be told that I had no chance because I was somehow inferior was a horrible blow.

As a mature adult with excellent perspective I was supposed to be confident in myself and to throw off that comment. And in appearance I think I did. I stood up for myself and for nerds everywhere and told him he was wrong. But when we parted company, the only thing I wanted to do was to run to my Best Friend and sob to her what he'd said, because I'll be honest, it'd really hurt.

But my Best Friend was a half-hour drive away at another university. And the friends I had with me were not people I'd feel right crying in front of. Because 'grown-ups' don't cry.

Today I was told I was barred from dating the upper echelon because I am an undateable, inferior nerd. What a shallow assessment. So I have pictures of my Harry Potter party on my Facebook page? So my idea of a good Saturday is the Antiques Fair followed by an evening making fun of Twilight? So what if there's a Hogwarts uniform on the back of my door and a dolls house workshop in my back room?

This is what makes me unique. This is what makes me interesting. Yes, there are people who I am incompatible with, who are not attracted to me, who do not have common interests with me, who I just plain shouldn't be with. But that doesn't make them out of my league.

Case in Point: Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth Bennet. Aladdin and Jasmine. Beauty and the Beast. Mary Donaldson and the freaking Crown Prince of Denmark!


In other news, I have been perusing my blog statistics. A scarily large number of pageviews come from people searching how to do polygamy on Sims. It gladdens my heart to know there are more people like me out there.