The trouble with nerds, when they stay in front of you looking into your eyes, not saying anything and not doing anything, with this awkward half-second of silence after a conversation ends, is that you don’t know how to handle them because it could be they are just being dorky.

A thorn in an otherwise bright and enlightening period; why, in all my inability to handle relationships in general, do I now get to hunt for hints of feelings behind thick layers of dorkiness and geekiness?

Bright eyes, big hands. Lovely evening, though.