I met my girlfriend online. She was very funny, and when she referenced Buffy the Vampire Slayer and the Princess Bride in the same sentence, I knew it was my density!
I met my internet crush last summer and we got married a couple of months ago.
Mmmm, Michael Bérubé.
I knew it was my density!
As a physicist, I find this hysterical. Please tell me you meant it as written.
Yes, I meant it as written, it's not a typo.
Ouch, why didn't I read this BEFORE I let my picture get posted on a guest blog I did. "Nobody knows.." well, for me, everybody (who read the post) does.
I'm a straight guy and I find that the feeling I get when I hear Dennis Miller on one of his incredibly lucid and articulate rants is something that, within a few degrees of accuracy, can be best described as an intellectual 'crush'. I've never actually SEEN him perform these rants, just heard him. This is what makes the crush one that is purely on an intellectual level because he's probably not physically attractive, according to the statistical rules that limit the percentage of the population with BOTH beauty and brains to a trifling level.
Granted, he's not an internet-based figure but he's pretty much the only example I could come up with. As some of you's might know, he does lean a bit to the right of the political spectrum but, as with most crushes, I'm willing to overlook this. His stunning combination of eloquence and sharp wit more than compensates for his less-than-admirable choice of political affiliations.
Orange:
Come on, 'fess up
I know its not in the spirit of a post on flirtation but someone's gotta ask - where was your mind when you wrote this? Who is the muse?
What a wonderful piece, Orange. I wish I had written it. 
Mellstrom, I thought Dennis Miller was hot (brains + beauty) before 9/11. Then he drifted off to the right and became markedly less compelling to me.
BritFriend, there are too many muses to list! (Plus I don't want to out myself completely in terms of these crushes.) At least three or four ongoing intellectual crushes, plus assorted others that have passed their heyday. They write books, teach, and/or make crossword puzzles. I've said too much...
I guess frumious b hasn't seen Back to the Future.
(And I hope, Jennifer, that's to what you were referring. Otherwise I look like a big nerd.)
BritFriend, I think more than a few of us have intellectual crushes on Dr. B, and you know it 
There, I've said it! Anyone else?
I have the TV version ofone of those on Kieth Olbermann. Particulary after his ten minute rant about Bush blaming things on Clinton, and generally being lilly-livered.
As the intarwebs go, my fondness for one of my current partners is SERIOUSLY intensified by what he writes.
Orange, you just described exactly how I feel about No Nym...
Sigh...
BritFriend, I think more than a few of us have intellectual crushes on Dr. B, and you know it
BritFriend's been pretending that he doesn't have a crush on me for twenty years.
Carolyn, thanks! I could not remember which movie that line was from. Oh Back to the Future, good times, good times.
You had me up to when you said "ginormous".
"I'm apt to fall for people who have a ginormous vocabulary of $10 words and are adept at using these words correctly..."
As luck would have it, there's a $10 word for that: Sesquipedalian.
@ JS:
That is the sort of errant pedantry up with which I will not put.
Posted this at Orange's blog as well:
I don't have so many starry eyed crushes as much as big flirtations. I have some major flirtations going on with quite a few bloggers / blog readers. (What can I say, I'm a slut) You included, I hope you noticed. If you didn't, then my flirting skills aren't as good online as offline. They are pretty hot offline. Or they used to be before I got so fucking old.
I love flirting. I love clever people. I love flirting with clever people.
I think the internet allows me to be a bit of a cyber lesbian. Because I love flirting with clever women most of all.
Smooch
xx
JS, I also like people who appreciate funny stuff like Will Ferrell's character in Elf and his ebullient use of the nonce word "ginormous." (The movie was terribly sweet, really. And funny.) Don't be such a sesquipedalianus.
nope, never saw Back the Future. Now I'm disappointed that it's a movie line and not an original statement.
ginormous isn't a nonce, as my familiarity with it stretches back several years. As far as I'm concerned, it was even invented by one of my friends. As in, "lingo trolls are such ginormous tools."
i'm shamelessly looking for those who will be interested in having a blog crush on me. here are some reasons why you should.
https://eteraz.wordpress.com/2006...oors-last-
sigh/
http://eteraz.wordpress.com/2006...-part-i-of-iii/
i will wait.
I don't like Keith Olbermann. I know I should, but I don't. I'm not sure why. I think it's because he comes across as insincere, at least to me.
BritFriend, I think more than a few of us have intellectual crushes on Dr. B, and you know it
Add me to the list - 2 years and counting! DrB gives me orgasms of the mind regularly. I'd love to make it real.
Also, I met my wife online 10 years ago and, really, is the best way to get to the soul of somebody (assuming, of course, they're not misrepresenting themself, which 80% are). She's still my best friend and love of my life, even if passions have faded.
Me likey Tertia & Dr. B.
The form of the blog is the journal entry revealed, and the regularity of the emotional engagement, directed at a specific person... well that's almost the definition of romance. Romance by RSS. So yeah, it's good. Though as one of my favourite lines on an online dating profile read, "The trouble with the Internet is that it's not very private". True that!
I hereby confess to blog crushes on:
Julie
Chris Clarke
Twisty
Chris Clarke is a juicy writer! Which Julie might that be, kmtberry?
Sorry to disappoint, Frumious B, but most of my best lines are shamelessly lifted from TV and movies. Hence and thereby, making them not 'my' lines at all, but propping me up on the shoulders of clever, and witty, giants. Something like that.
NoNym says, "That is the sort of errant pedantry up with which I will not put."
So you're saying my arrant pedantry was errant?
As to the use of "ginormous": the correct word is "humongous".
But "humongous" has no charming Will Ferrell connotations...
I admit it. I love the thrill of seeing the reply or the post of someone I am interested in, because she is interesting.
I did not meet my Beloved online, it was a work thang. We did embark on a mental/veral strip tease, after that, with plenty of playfulness and all the good stuff. The first several months it was mostly words, golden lovely words and sentiments.
2 1/2 years later I am ready to move in. Halloween. Yay!
I have encountered, on these blogs, my soulmate, the perfect person, the one, true love of my life.
And then I realised that I was reading my own posts.
Age related forgetfulness is *so* conducive to romance.
(I'm smooching myself even as I type. Later, I'll turn the lights down low, open a bottle of wine, and try to take advantage of myself)...
Phoenician in a time of Romans--aren't you cute!!
Mine (recently discovered)--recently married Japanese guy who barely barely speaks any English, is trying to learn English by blogging, has a habit of sometimes referring to himself as "it" because of the syntactic peculiarities of Japanese (and probably some bad advice from a well-meaning English-speaker). Here is a sample:
(Title)The preparation of the wedding
[Accompanied by photo of woman in wedding dress.]
It does a wedding in July.
It is terrible with the preparation of the wedding.
It saw the wedding dress of the wife of being the first time, mine.
It is beautiful.
It was surprised.
It thinks that it is very busy with the interval of 2 months now.
It exerts.
***
It's not incompetence. It's poetry. Or--okay--it's both. My point is just that you don't have to write well to write well. At least in my book.
Zapaper, please o PLEASE tell us where we may find this.
I am probably too literal or too immanent, if that's the word I want, to swoon over someone because of their intellect or self-expression. At least, that's the kindly way to put it. It's more likely that my own intellect is simply too limited to appreciate the crushing opportunities.
Not that I don't admire people who think deeply and express themselves well with the written word. I do. Well, it might be envy. Whatever it is, I am impressed.
And I like to flirt. I really like to flirt. In fact, in any group of mixed company, I can't help myself. But I need some sort of non-intellect based encouragement. I need a wink or a chuckle or a shy smile. I need to hear the gasp when I've made a bold remark. I need to see the little shudder, the little flush that signals she has been infected with my desire. The internet makes the object of my desire a little too obscure.
Now, I can see the advantages to an intellect-based, internet-borne flirtation. In many ways, they're the same as carrying on in secret with another's adored object. You don't have to buy presents, you don't have to call, you don't have to take them to concerts or expensive restaurants, they can't make any demands on you, there are no awkward encounters like running into them at a party they're attending with their spouse. So, you got that going for you.
Really, though, its a little too abstract for me. To me, flirting is fun because it heightens the possibilities that something might could happen.
Its like dancing. Dancing, of course is only dancing. But its a hint of something. It puts you in each other's arms. You can whisper sweet nothings. You move together. You touch each other. You mimic the postures of a romantic encounter. That's what I call flirting.
Having said all that, is this the place to concede I am a straight man with a sort of crush on Dwight Yoakam? Is that wierd?
Its not really intellect-based cause I've seen him play several times and even met him once. I am crazy about his stage-presence, the laconic way he plays and sings. I mean, its not like I want to have his children or anything like that. I just want to be Dwight Yoakam. But with my own hair. That's all.
I'll bet you can think of a couple people right now who fit your personal category of "brainy dreamboats who make you swoon in at least a hypothetical way."
For me, that's Lee Siegel in a nutshell. Every time I read something he's written -- and frankly, every time I catch a glance of him -- I get all shivery inside.
So true! I loved reading this post.
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