I love my husband, but he is big-time nerd (but still so handsome, no?). He writes code for a living, and I teach German. When he tells me about work, which I welcome, I often have no idea what the hell he’s talking about. He’s currently in training at his new job and has to take tests. Here’s a snippet from tonight’s conversation:
- Me: How’s your work coming along for the lab tomorrow?
- Him: Pretty well. I understand this code, but the syntax is ugly.
- Me: That’s what she said.
So, yeah. Sometimes I don’t know how to respond appropriately. Of course my calling him a nerd is the big nerdy pot calling the kettle black. This whole situation works for us because the only German he knows are the words “yes,” “no,” “beer” and “milk,” and the phrases “I don’t know,” and “May I use the bathroom.” I can also say things to him that he doesn’t understand. This, my friends, is how nerds keep it interesting.