My name is Mingni

....and I am a nerd junkie. 

I love nerdy, confident boys.  Anyone with no ass, skinny spaghetti arms, boyish charm, and zero game.  This boy was probably beaten up on the playground a lot.  He cried into his mommy's lap at soccer games.  His prom date played the oboe in the marching band.  No dose of supplemental testosterone will enable him to have a five o clock shadow, his would take five years.  He always said the wrong thing.  Until one day, he didn't.  He said precisely the right thing and people laughed.  This boy then discovered that this lanky figure and floppy ears were completely unnoticeable as long as people are laughing.  This man has no idea how to 'play the game'....he was never hot enough or starter on the basketball team.  So thus, he knows only to say what he means and vice versa.  His appeal is born of charisma, which is much more potent than baby blue eyes or a killer smile.  He has only charm and vitality to offer, because his bushy eyebrows and big nose will never sell any underwear.  Enter Zach Braff, Shia Lebeouf, Max Crumm, Justin Long, Emile Hirsch, Ryan Gosling, and my most recent weakness, Dev Patel.  These boys always have impeccable taste in music, inevitably due to the years they spent in their rooms or on their skateboards, reflecting on the pubescent melodrama they kinda wished they were a part of.  They are uber talented, likely due to the hours they devoted to their passions instead of making out with the Homecoming Queen or getting high under the bleachers.   They can't play it cool, because they have no reputation to uphold.  So they happily indulge in musical theatre and pogo sticks.  After recently discovering Dev in his brilliant indie heartwarmer, I have become enamored with him.  He is horribly skinny, and talks about it all the time.  He makes an ass of himself at every interview gushing about the celebrities he has now met and what his mom thinks of them.  He thinks himself naked=always funny.  He tells stories like he's 8 and just caught a frog in his Grandma's creek.  He dances.  I would bet money that he knows how to wield a tambourine.....and would love it.  He has all the appeal of Zach and Max....with an English accent.  He uses phrases like "cheeky retorts" and "sod it".  He giggles.  He still rides the train everywhere.  Sigh.  Can't we be best friends, banter, and play pranks on each other all the live long day?!

PS: watch this.  if you don't get it, i dont get you.