Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Enjoy your nerd..

An IRL friend and I were talking (something new and different, I know... since I only have 147 million of them...) and she was struggling a little bit with something. I could tell something was amiss.

Finally she came out and confessed, "My husband is a nerd.."

Me: "And that's a problem? I think it's great. I have a nerd too, you know. In fact, I love nerds. I personally, celebrate nerds. "

Her: "yeah.."

Me: "you don't sound convinced. Now C'mon! You know they are so great at fixing stuff around the house..

Her: "yeah.."

Me: "And they never flirt with anyone. So you don't have to worry about that..."

Her: "yeah.."

Me: " And they're frugal, they're never overweight, and have I mentioned fix things?"

Her: "yeah.."

Me: " And, most importantly, they're so good at........(wink)

Her: "you know it, girl"

Me: "So, like.. what's the problem?"

Her: "it's his clothes!!" And she goes on to describe an outfit on which I can't remember the details of, but the final line was... "and he wore white knees socks with loafers!" groan..

Me: "O.K. that is quite the getup. Did you ask him where his beanie was?"

Her: "The kids and I just looked at him with our mouths hanging open.."

Me: (in the problem-solving mode now..) "O.K. the real issue is not how crazy the combination of colors, textures, eras or styles he comes up with is, but is he a good boy about changing or does he dig his heels in and insist on his fashion rights!?

Her: "Oh no, he's so good changing. He never gets upset about it. "

Me: "Well then, he sounds like a perfect man. "

Her:" Well, come to think of it, why doesn't Will wear crazy outfits?"

Me: "Well the answer is kind of complicated.." and I go on to tell her that to this day, my husbands parents have no idea what egg he hatched out of. His parents did not celebrate nerdom, and all outward evidences of it were cleverly bred out of him. His dad, for example, has indoctrinated him on proper clothing choices, and as far as I know, he has never veered from his dad's advice. For the first 8 years of our marriage, I was afraid to buy Will any clothes for fear that I would mess up a good thing. Every year for holidays and birthdays, they would send clothes. Neither of us went into a retail store to buy him clothing until the year 1999, the exact year we left the military. Up until then, he wore uniforms to work, T-shirts on Saturdays, and something from his overstocked pile of business shirts and blazers on Sunday.

If Will were somehow raised by the humpty dumpty midwesterners of the intellectual redneck variety instead of the upwardly mobile fashion-conscious east coasters, he probably would have found great comfort in wearing the standard flannel shirt (tucked in, no less) with jeans and hiking boots (with the bright red laces, mind you). And let's not forget a wide belt with some sort of obnoxiously huge buckle. As it was, he was only allowed to dream about such freedom. The fashionistas of the family are taking a bow at this very moment for their high success rate, and they should be.

That is not to say that he hasn't tried to get away with kneehigh sweat socks and loafers occasionally, but it's not a normal crisis around here.

So, after all that, I told my friend,

"Don't you think that if you had to do it all over again.. No, wait. I mean even if hubby died and somehow every available guy in the entire world wanted you, that you would go ahead and pick another one just like him? In fact, wouldn't you just go ahead and pick him all over again?"


Me too. In fact, I've already decided that approximately three days after I publish the obituary, I'm running an ad:




.. that's all for tonight.
Gotta go love my nerd.


Herding Grasshoppers said...

Oh yes! Oh, so very, YES!

But mine wears sweatsocks (pulled up) with Teva-type sandals.


And he's not an engineer, but he is an architect... closely related.

Love, love, love your blog. It sings to my organizing heart.


Emily@Under$1000PerMonth said...


I weeded out the nerdiest clothes from my husband's closet over the first year of our marraige. I took his belt and eventually convinced him to stop tucking in his shirt- he had the Erckle thing going. I've made it nearly impossible for him to dress poorly... he still sometimes finds a way!

I would definitely choose him again, without hesitation.

DarcyLee said...

With 2 of my daughters already married and the 3rd almost spoken for, I am hoping for a nerd to sweep my 4th daughter off her feet. She's only 18 but a mom can hope, can't she? I love nerds, too, although I'm not married to one. Actually, I'm more the nerd. My daughters keep me on the right path on what to wear most of the time.