It was called:
There was this girl, a big fat nerd, who not only pretended to be these things, she made up the stories and did the dirty work so that people could have fun not being whatever they were on the weekdays. There was also this boy, another nerd, although maybe geek is a more accurate term, who also liked to run the games and sometimes pretend to have crazy powers and do insane things. After many years of friendship they finally got together. They got a little townhouse together and things were very happy. Then this came up:
Just one little problem, the poor girl didn't have a fucking clue what this meant. It took a while and a bouquet of roses for her Tauren Druid for the message to come through.
Will you marry me?
The wedding was not crap and was indeed Scottish and featured a highland heather cake. Because history nerds are a thing, too.
A few months later a wee lassie belonging to the now married lady came to live with this nerdiest of couples.
|Probably not an accurate representation. Probably.|
|AAHH!! ALIEN! No, wait that's a baby. I get them confused.|
|Now imagine them much, much less attractive.|
Four years married and seven years together. I am so lucky to have my Geeky Nerd Boy.
I love you, darling.
A Big Fat Nerd