Yeah, so, I went to SF Weekly’s Web Awards on Friday to show everyone that when they nominated me for Sexiest Geek they were half right.
At 40 years old, I am still completely unable to work a room or act like a normal human being in big social situations — especially without a glass of wine in my hand.
For example, mighty, mighty good man David and I walked into the party at 111 Minna, and we were almost instantly greeted by Beth Spotswood. I’m a fan of her blog and her articles on SFGate. We follow each other on Twitter. But instead of being my usual witty self, I turn into this:
I’m such a goober.
David, on the other hand, is totally cool and can talk to anyone.
After embarrassing myself in front of Beth, good buddies Kate, Corso and Jen showed up, and I went back to feeling like my normal self.
Later, I bumped into Beth again, and she introduced me to Eve Batey, the editor of SF Appeal. Eve and I have exchanged comments on blog posts and emails, but yet again, I turned into this:
The same thing happened to me last year when I met TK, who writes one of my favorite blogs 40 Going on 28. I was kinda star struck, and I turned into a total jackass. I bumped into him again at another party a few months later, and I was surprised when he didn’t pretend like he didn’t know me and acknowledged me.
These people are bloggers in San Francisco, and so I am. I don’t know why I feel like I’m some sort of outsider in the San Francisco blogosphere looking in. In fact, in a small way, I’m a part of it. Logically, I realize that I just talking to fellow humans, and I shouldn’t turn into a complete spaz when I’m around them. But, maybe that’s why I am a blogger, because in the real world I’m a weirdo.
What’s funny is I’ve been on the other end of it. I have big approached by some folks who tell me they are big fans of my blog, and they just wanted to say hi. They are always really kind, and I’m always so flattered. At the same time, I’m sure I turned into a total dumb-dumb in their presence, because I’m unable to gracefully take a compliment without turning all red and stuttering.
My point is there is a reason I didn’t win Sexiest Geek. A true geek like me could never win such a competition, because I’m too much a geek, a dork, a spaz, a jackass and a nerd.
I was, however, runner-up, which is no small feat considering the winner hosts a TV show or something and has 1.6 million Twitter followers. Meanwhile, I’m hosting a spawn in my uterus and my Twitter followers might have hit 1.6 million if I hadn’t deleted all the porny spam bots follows I get.