Human females need to follow the lead of our guppy sisters and progress to choosing men based on qualities that aren't ultimately damaging to us. We are choosing jerks, which, through the process of natural selection, is causing there to be more jerks.
If we keep this up, every single man in the world will be a jerk. If we can't give up jerks for our own good, we have simply got to do it for the survival of our species.
That is why I have advised my friend and fellow Grrl Genius club member Renata to do what I have done and find herself a "hot nerd." It is my honest feeling that men like my boyfriend William, who are former members of the high school audio-visual club and are obsessed with high technology, are the men who are the best hope for evolution. Plus they make great boyfriends. They are sweet, gentle and fabulous in bed, and they are eternally grateful to be with you ‑- who doesn't want that?
William is such a geek that he actually spent $2,500 on a notebook computer that has a stylus that allows him to write on the computer just like it's a pad of paper.
$2,500 (laptop) minus $0.89 (pad of paper) equals geek. And I love him for it. It isn't logical, but it's more attractive to me than him being a jerk or, no offense to guppies, even having red spots.
Renata is a successful college math professor who married and divorced a drug-addicted rock drummer and has subsequently moved on to dating alcoholic salsa dance instructors, and worse.
Renata came to me for help, and that is why on a gorgeous Saturday afternoon we are in an electronics store where there is a demonstration of virtual reality technology going on. That's right, we've come to "The Good Guys" to find good guys.
The store is filled with otherwise reasonably attractive men wearing insane headgear that looks like bike helmets that have mated with DVD players. They remind me of that hot black guy on Star Trek who used to wear Hillary Clinton's discarded headbands across his eyes (a quick cell phone call to William informs me that the guy is Jordi and was in fact on Deep Space Nine).
"Look," I whisper to Renata, "the thing about nerds is, they can't really talk to you on their own, but if you can just get them talking about some gizmo, well, that primes the pump, so to speak."
If we keep this up, every single man in the world will be a jerk. If we can't give up jerks for our own good, we have simply got to do it for the survival of our species.
That is why I have advised my friend and fellow Grrl Genius club member Renata to do what I have done and find herself a "hot nerd." It is my honest feeling that men like my boyfriend William, who are former members of the high school audio-visual club and are obsessed with high technology, are the men who are the best hope for evolution. Plus they make great boyfriends. They are sweet, gentle and fabulous in bed, and they are eternally grateful to be with you ‑- who doesn't want that?
William is such a geek that he actually spent $2,500 on a notebook computer that has a stylus that allows him to write on the computer just like it's a pad of paper.
$2,500 (laptop) minus $0.89 (pad of paper) equals geek. And I love him for it. It isn't logical, but it's more attractive to me than him being a jerk or, no offense to guppies, even having red spots.
Renata is a successful college math professor who married and divorced a drug-addicted rock drummer and has subsequently moved on to dating alcoholic salsa dance instructors, and worse.
Renata came to me for help, and that is why on a gorgeous Saturday afternoon we are in an electronics store where there is a demonstration of virtual reality technology going on. That's right, we've come to "The Good Guys" to find good guys.
The store is filled with otherwise reasonably attractive men wearing insane headgear that looks like bike helmets that have mated with DVD players. They remind me of that hot black guy on Star Trek who used to wear Hillary Clinton's discarded headbands across his eyes (a quick cell phone call to William informs me that the guy is Jordi and was in fact on Deep Space Nine).
"Look," I whisper to Renata, "the thing about nerds is, they can't really talk to you on their own, but if you can just get them talking about some gizmo, well, that primes the pump, so to speak."
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