16 Reasons You Should Never Date A Geek Girl

Reason #13: You WILL Disagree on What "Good Entertainment" Is

"I brought popcorn," Abby said when I opened the door that night, holding up one of those tubs of popcorn you can throw in the microwave.

"You read my mind," I said, "And the movies?"

"Iron Man, Avengers, and the Dark Knight," Abby said.

"I thought you said a Marvel Marathon," I pointed out, taking her coat.

"Look who's catching on," Abby said, "You ready to go watch?"

"Lead the way," I said, gesturing to the basement.

The basement is where my parents had set up the "Will's Entertainment Space" when I was about 3. Over the years it had changed from a playroom full of toys, to a game room, complete with a foosball table, air hockey, and the nicest TV in the house.

"You have Air Hockey?" Abby said excitedly, practically sprinting to the table.

"You like it?" I asked.

"Love it," she said, "Can we play a game before we start watching the movies." She gave me puppy eyes. Man she was perfect.

"You sure?" I teased, "I mean, I do play real hockey."

"Shut up and turn on the table, Hockey Boy," she retorted.

"Hey, maybe that's my superhero name,"I said, turning on the table.

"I've got a totally different one in mind for you, sweetheart," Abby said, hitting the little disk as fast as she could. I deflected it.

"Oh yeah?" I asked, "What is it?"

"Nothing," Abby said, hitting the disk back. I rolled my eyes, hitting it back. This time she flustered trying to hit it back, the disk falling into her side.

"SCOOOOOORE!" I shouted.

"We've got 3 more minutes," Abby said, hitting it while I was down, instantly hitting it in. "SCOOOORE!" she shouted. I rolled my eyes.

"That doesn't count," I said, "I wasn't paying attention."

"Whine all you want baby," she said, "It counts."

I rolled my eyes again, hitting the disk into her goal again.

"I hate you, you know that," Abby said.

"I know you mean love," I said, deflecting another shot. Abby deflected it back, and managed to score on me.

The final scored was 3 me, Abby 2. "Maybe its time to start those movies."

"Heck no," Abby said, "Best 2 out of three."

We played another few rounds, only for her to beat me once, and then me to beat her again. Finally I shut off the table.

"We're going to watch those movies missy," I said, waggling a finger at her. She stuck out her tongue and picked up Iron Man.

"You're going to love this movie," she said, smiling.

"And if I don't?" I asked, raising an eyebrow playfully.

"Then you'll tell me you do and I'll be happy I trained you in the way of the geek," Abby said, coming up and sitting on the couch with me.

I laughed, wrapping my arm around her.

To be honest, the movie was okay. The part I enjoyed more was watching her enjoy the movies. Finally, my turn came.

"So what did you think," Abby said, yawning

"They were interesting," I said, "Now, time for your cinema education." I wiggled the Hangover case.

"Nooooo," Abby moaned.

"You promised," I pointed out, "No backsies."

"First off, did you just say backsies? And second, I never promised anything," Abby said.

"You'll love it. You'll be all 'Will, thank you soooo much for forcing me to watch the Hangover'," I said, putting the DVD in the player. When I turned around, Abby was giving me a look that could kill. I stuck my lip out like a child pouting. She broke, laughing. I came back, wrapping my arms around her again.

In the end, Abby hated it. "How can you hate that?" I asked, gesturing to the screen.

"It's dumb," Abby sighed, "Extremely dumb. I can feel my IQ dropping watching it."

"Wow," I said, "That's low."

Abby shrugged, "Sorry, no thank you."

I rolled my eyes, "Whatever."

"So now what?" I asked.

"I don't have to go yet," Abby said, shrugging, "Truth or dare?"

"Where did you pull that idea from?" I asked, before shaking my head, "Okay, truth or dare?"

"Truth," Abby said.

I thought of something quickly, "What is the craziest cosplay you've ever done."

"Craziest how?" Abby asked, raising an eyebrow.

"However," I said, shrugging.

"Money wise, when I went to San Diego I cosplayed Rescue (A/N: For those who don't know, that's Pepper Potts in her Iron Suit). And for looked wise, She Hulk," Abby said, "Truth or dare?"

"Dare," I said with a taunting smile.

"Post one picture of you as Clint Barton," Abby said with an evil look. I groaned, but complied.

"Very nice," Abby said, flashing the picture at me from her phone.

"You're ending my social life, you know that right?" I asked.

"Social lives are over rated," Abby joked.

"Your turn," I laughed, "Truth or dare?"

"Truth," Abby said.

"What, you scared?" I asked.

"No I just hate acting on the dares," Abby said, "Ask a question."

"Okay," I said, coming up with a question, "How many guys have you kissed for some twelve year olds with an IPhone?"

"18," Abby said. I nearly spit out my drink.

"18?" I asked, "Holy-"

"Truth or dare?" Abby asked.

"Hold up, 18 guys?" I asked again, "Were all lips or..."

"Its just kissing," Abby said, "And con spirit."

"Got it," I said, "Truth."

"What you afraid?" Abby said, mimicking my voice. I laughed.

"No," I said, mimicking her. She laughed.

"If I asked you to go to another con with me, would you?" she asked.

"I would go anywhere with you," I said. She smiled, only before leaning forward and kissing me.

"Okay," I said, after a moment, "Truth or dare? Or do I even have to ask?"

"Truth," she said.

"Have you ever kissed a girl for a 12 year old with a camera phone?" I asked.

"Why do I feel like I'm feeding fantasies?" Abby asked, raising an eyebrow. I shrugged.

"You going to answer?" I asked.

"Twice?" she said.

"Twice?" I asked, "You are incredible."

"Always surprising," Abby giggled. And in that moment everything was comfortable. It was no longer about the bet. I just liked Abby.