I must confess, I’ve always had a soft spot for nerds and geeks. Maybe it’s because, as a group, they are more forgiving of my inability to engage in effective flirtation. It’s a flaw they too can possess.
Like George the Brown.
When I first talked to him, I asked that most cliche of icebreakers, “What’s your favorite color?”
He didn’t even look up from the book he was reading, “Brown.”
“…Light or dark?”
“Just brown.”
“Why?”
“I like brown.”
“I see. What’s your name?”
“George.”
“Nice to meet you, George (the Brown).”
And so an awkward romance was born between two forth graders.


