16 Reasons You Should Never Date A Geek Girl

Reason #2 : Unless You Are A Geek Yourself, You Will Have Nothing In Common

That Friday I pulled up at Marcus's. She had agreed to meet me there. I had gotten there a little early, since Bobby and I had decided (and really it had been Bobby all on his own) that if she dumped me, my two months would start over with someone new. To my dismay, she was already at a table. Most girls changed into something cute before a date, or they redid their hair and makeup. Abby however, had her hair, now a forest green color, tied in a ponytail, and the same tee shirt displaying lightsabers as she had had on all day.

"Hey," I said, "Uh, you're early."

"And you're wearing cologne," she said.

"Sorry?" I asked, once again confused.

"I thought we were pointing out things that were unfortunately obvious," she said. To my, I guess, delight, there was no comic book.

We sat in silence for what felt like hours. The waitress came up and took our drink orders. "I would like a coke," Abby said. Most girls would have ordered water.

"Same," I said when the waitress looked at me. Abby put down her menu and looked out the window, already looking bored. I wracked my brain for a topic. "So, uh, did you catch the game last night?"

"Unless it was quidditch, no," she said, almost sarcastically. I nodded.

"Basketball. I guess its sort of like quidditch," I said.

"No its not," she said, "But nice try."

"Sorry," I said, "Never read Harry Potter."

She chuckled, "Now you're just trying to make me walk out on you."

"Not really no," I said, taking a sip of my Coke as it came to the table.

"So can you answer a question for me?" she asked.

"Sure, as long as we're still in a conversation," I answered.

"Why did you ask me out?" she asked. Now she was reminding me remotely of other girls.

"Uh, I liked you," I lied.

"Uh, no you didn't," she said, mimicking my constant "uh", "You weren't even remotely interested. To be honest I don't think we've had a conversation. And, like, the whole school knows you're into Cassidy."

"That obvious huh?" I asked.

"Its kind of painful, I'll admit. I wonder how many times a day she's wiping guys like you's slobber off her shoes," she said, taking a sip of her Coke.

"What do you mean guys like me?" I asked, a little offended.

Abby shook her head and shrugged, "Jocks with a God complex who think they deserve the girl with the best body because they think their testosterone level makes them a more suitable mate. And when I say mate I mean one night stand."

I actually choked on my Coke. "Okay, first off, God complex? Ouch. And I do not think my testosterone level makes me a suitable mate."

"Sure," she said.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, once again offended.

"You asked a geek like me if she saw the game last night. I have green hair and an excessive comic book collection. Do you honestly think I watch football?" she asked, "Its called testosterone."

"Basketball," I corrected.

"Whatever. They're all a bunch of steroid pumping giants who can't take a fall," Abby muttered.

"Are you trying to get me to dump you before we start dating?" I asked.

"It would certainly speed up this date," she admitted. I rolled my eyes.