True - it is an understated fact that nerds are hot. One cannot argue with that.
But, ooh, just the mention of the Dewey Decimal System, and I'm all hot and sweaty... I need to go and cool down before I start fantasising about the Binary Numeral System.
Maybe not to quite the same degree now (with the modern acceptance of geek-chic), but that whole scruffy, not-bothered look certainly was hot. A lot cuter than the try-hard, made-up look. And who can say that clothes braces are not positively adorable?!
But comic books are the ultimate turn on. I can't count the times I've been into a comic store and, based upon the fact that the person in question is going doe-eyed over an Incredible Hulk comic, fallen in love. True, I am fickle and very, very shallow, but it is hot. I pretty much orgasm at the sight of a plastic sleeved X-men comic.
Is it taking it too far to fancy cartoon characters though?! I've had this discussion with my one geeky housemate (who's idea of an ideal boyfriend is David Attenborough crossed with Optimus Prime), and we decided that this is something we should keep to ourselves... But should my lust for Mystique really be kept from the world?!