This weekend, I am heading to Kansas City. One of my friends-- nearly the last of the college gang-- is going to be tying the knot in June. So, in true "man" fashion, we must go down and party.
Now... "Nerd" is a precarious thing. We fall into a couple of categories, and some may prefer to call that second category by another name; "Geek."
There's the first type of Nerd-- we'll call it Type 1 Nerd. This one does not get out much, is not all that equipped to deal with social interactions, but contains a veritable wealth of knowledge about the history of Bruce Banner, or the precise layout of the NCC-1701.
Type 1 may very well attend a bachelor party with one of two expectations. Since this type of Nerd does not do well in social situations, girls are a mystery (the Nerd stereotype is derived from this type). So naturally, going to a strip club-- a place that is pretty much all boobies, all the time-- is either:
- Amazing.
- Horrifying
Honestly, it's a coin toss. And it may be both. One is never quite certain what this type of Type 1 will do in this situation.
The Type 2 Nerd is the one who is socially adjusted, has many friends, and still possessing that Nerd knowledge (though maybe not to the level of Type 1 Nerd). While his (or her) friends may suspect that the level of nerdery is significant, they have no idea how deep the rabbit hole goes.
Type 2 Nerd can talk to girls, respects them, and therefore, does not need to do the "bachelor party strip club" thing. Type 2 is content to do something like paint-balling, followed by a helping of Rock Band, homebrew, and possibly some Cards Against Humanity.
My friends and I fit firmly in Type 2. And, to be honest, I ripped off our weekend agenda in the above paragraph. We will meet up, hang out, shoot each other, drink, game, and then... probably sleep. Hell, we're over 30!
So, in closing, I've probably either affirmed or insulted Nerds. To that I say: Oops. You'll get over it. Why do you care how I label my own species anyway?
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