Smart people dating

29 Jan

So this goes out to all my boys out there at places like Harvard, Princeton, Yale, Stanford, MIT, Columbia, Duke, Swarthmore, Penn, Cornell, Berkeley, Brown, Dartmouth, Oxford, and Cambridge.

To all you who work at the likes of Google, Amazon, Microsoft, D. Shaw, Mc Kinsey -- all the geeks, nerds, grad students, techies, hackers, engineers and gadgeteers.

And most things in life don't follow linear equations - not your breath, not your heartbeat, not your Apple stock, and most certainly not women and romance. Sometimes she'll come to you when you ignore her and leave when you declare your undying love - deal with it. So he's bewildered when the jock/frat boy gets the girl and he does not. A woman will like you based on how you you make her feel.

Unlike thermodynamics, women are not intuitively obvious. A smart guy values smarts above all - and thinks the rest of the world does, too. Write that down, engrave it on a plaque, tattoo it on your forehead backwards so you'll read it every time you brush your teeth in the morning.

It was the only time in my life that I got depressed: poor sleep, suppressed appetite, Kafka. The next kiss didn't come for another 4 years, when I was in medical school. Turns out that the skill set required to navigate the tricky waters of romantic interaction wasn't in any book I had read or any class I had taken. As guys, a lot of what we did in physics and math class was to try to straighten crooked stuff out.

She was also 19, with an irresistible English accent and very cute to boot. Except that she dumped me, pulverizing my heart into nanoparticles.

This is how it works in the movies: the man does nice things for the lady - buys her dinner, presents - and the lady likes him in return. In fact, many times it has the opposite effect: "Why is this guy kissing my ass when he doesn't even know me?

They're given before the desired behavior has ever happened, so she has no incentive to like you. But if you're not getting rejected, that means you're not out exposing yourself to danger, the crucible in which manhood gets forged. Even if your success rate's a measly 10 percent, after asking a mere 10 women out, you'll have yourself a date.

This trope is an inherent part of The Glasses Gotta Go and Beautiful All Along, and often Hollywood Nerd. The invoked form of this is Purely Aesthetic Glasses.

When would some beautiful girl take me by the hand, look deep into my eyes, appreciate all my wonderful quirks and make out with me torridly?

But those lugs probably think Hubble is some kind of gum and Perl scripts are oyster recipes!

I guess it’s one of those paradoxes of life when a computer genius locks himself out of his house, or a science whiz can’t remember where she left the pencil she used two minutes before.

It’s almost as if geniuses are using so much of their brain power on creativity and high-consciousness that they neglect the more primitive, but still necessary brain functions.