Sexy Geeks: The Great Chain of Blogdom

The first time I read Brooke's blog, it was because Brando made a reference to her lust-love-adoration for Viggo Mortensen. Viggo is the thinking woman's pin-up, a sexy geek. I knew I'd have to share him, but I wanted to find out with whom. I knew I had to virutally meet her.

As I read her posts, I began to suspect that we'd have a great deal more in common than a shared lust for the Heir to Isildur.

You see, I can't just refer to him by his name; I have to make a geeky reference. The thing is, I am a geek. A big geek. But a sexy geek, as explained so eloquently by ChickyBabe, whose blog I discovered when Steph made a luscious post about intimacy which I was totally inspired by. Steph said that it was ChickyBabe that gave her the courage to put that post out there. So I clicked, and saw my own lust of sexy geeks laid bare on the screen, and was further inspired to continue my What It's Like to Be Me musings. Which may refer to some sexy geeks I have known, who may continue to inspire me. A post which, incidentally, Brooke enjoyed very much. Which makes me think she might be interested in reading about my continued inspiration. In a story I would tell if...

Just if.

Does she have some similar stories? The kind of stories that I desperately want to hear?

The things we want to hear most are the things that most consume our own brains.

My brain is consumed. There are things that I've been trying to express. Things I will write about some day, perhaps with Names...Changed to Protect the Innocent. Or perhaps not.

(By the way, that link is to a lyrical description of a blogger who doesn't actually remain nameless and who may or may not be a sexy geek, by another blogger whose style of writing begs me to sit down and dish about "What It's (Really) Like to Be Me".)

And what, pray tell, is that like? I'm sure you've all figured out that "I am deeply fascinated with what it is like to be a man." And I am especially fascinated by a man like ChickyBabe would be if she could be A Man For a Day, which is something similar to what Brooke brought up when she commented on my "deeply fascinated" post. (Completely inspired by--you guessed it--sexy geek lust.)

I daresay these gals have been there.

Where?

You know, there.

In a place that makes you write something like: "The hints between two people who have known each other all their lives but only just recently met seem obvious to only them. "

A sentence I covet, posted a few days ago by Brando, from whose blog I linked to Cupcake Central, where my computer froze before I could be sure my comment posted to the blog's author, Cupcake Grrl, who I discovered to have left me a message in Brando's comments soon after, to which I responded in tandem with mentioning that I'd been reminded of Brando while listening to Journey songs on my ride home, which was apparently eerie for Brando, who told me that he may someday explain it to me if not beat to it by Cupcake Grrl, who wrote so eloquently about her love for Casey, who is now in puppy heaven with my beloved Sydney,

who incidentally was named, in part, after the city in which Steph and ChickyBabe reside. And in which Brooke apparently had an adventure or two.

Coincidence? I think not.

Of course Brando's sentence wants to live in that post that I would write about that story I would tell.

And this whole post began because Brooke did the "3 Things" meme, and I commented that we seem to have so much in common--so she suggested that I do it as well.

Brooke, there are other things I'd rather tell you about. I'll tell my napkins until I get the words just right.

Why should it stop there? Update. Cupcake Grrl just posted the most beautiful thing about loving with "sincere inherent tenderness", a phrase that also wants to live in the post that I have not yet written. "Oh, THERE you are." All of you.

And it should go without saying that all the women of whom I write are rightfully called sexy geeks themselves. As are all of my readers, of course!