Planet Tinkerbelle

So that last post about being over the Geeks who are Jerks made me think about the movie, Real Genius, and how Chris Knight was my Root of My Problem:

Chris Knight is my ultimate guy. Super smart. Nerd. Geek. Hot. Smartass. Party. Smartass. Kind of a dick.  A smartass that is smarter than you are.

This is the reason I went to college. I wanted to party with Chris Knight. Forever.

Upon my most recent visit with my work husband, conversation goes towards my dating life. (…as he puts it: “How’s crashing the frat parties? Run through the freshman class yet?”) I have been on a few very meh-semi dates, and nothing has even remotely caught my attention, so he asks what I’m looking for.

me: “remember our Real Genius conversation about Chris Knight?”

he: “That guy was a JERK. And…a fictional character.”

me: “well I’m done with those types now. (he’s seen me crash and burn with geeks also) I want a rockstar.”

he: “Again?” (he knows my musician history)

me: “Someone who rocks at what he does. but who is a nice guy inside. This might be the unicorn of men.”

he: “yeeaah. That guy doesn’t exist. You don’t become a rockstar by being a nice guy.”

me: :( “can he at least be entertaining to me?”

he: “Entertain YOU? ahahahahahaah. Good luck with that. You’re too entertaining to be entertained”

arugh. he might have a point there. As my good friend says about the work huzzy, “He gets you, Liz.” 

Well, I still want the Chris Knight. Just replace geek with rockstar. I’m probably just replacing one unicorn with another.