This past weekend Mrs. Wormer and I stayed at a Bed & Breakfast in celebration of fifteen years of marriage, her birthday, Valentine's Day and the fact that I am pretty much a fabulous guy.
At breakfast we were talking to a wealthy mother and daughter from Mexico (okay Mrs. Wormer was talking, I was eating) and for some reason the subject of television came up (seriously - I was just eating) and Mrs. Wormer referred to me as a "Trekkie." In response to their blank stares she elaborated "he likes to watch Star Trek."
At which point I was surprised to find myself deep into an embarrassment of the High School variety.
What was surprising about this embarrassment was that I've reached the point in my life at almost forty, or thought I have, in which I simply don't give a damn what people think. But here I was turning beat red as my wife explained to this mother and child that I liked to watch klingons and tribbles duke it out.
Some of that could be attributed to context. Here we are in a discussion with a woman that's travelled the world and practically skied her way across Europe. In contrast a life spent in part watching William Shatner outsmart computers just doesn't seem all that glamorous.
Am I a nerd? A geek, sure. But nerd? I just don't know.
In other news director J.J. Abrams has officially signed on to Star Trek VI. Woohoo!
Live long and prosper, baby!