I am at Cafe Artiste and I was trying to read this. Too many words. I read the following (second paragraph):
Unlike the cute things you've been chasing, geek girls learned long ago that physical attributes aren't as important as the person underneath.
I was not sure about this sentence for some reason. I stopped reading.
I scrolled down to see how long the article is. Man, this has too many words. I don't have the patience nor inclination to read ALL of this.
And it is at this time that I looked to the counter to see if there is a line (I needed a refill). I see this pretty girl leaving the counter to go back to her table, coffee in hand. This girl seems to care about "physical attributes" within herself. She is fucking gorgeous.
But even more important, the book that she is holding catches my eye. It is Introduction to Quantum Mechanics by David J. Griffiths.
I think of the sentence above and can now clearly disagree with it. There is a geek girl in this coffee shop and she cares about her "physical attributes".
I type all of this before getting up to get a refill. It is the appropriate time.
Before I leave this coffee shop I am going to try talk to her. 

posted by zieglerfe at 01:33PM CST on April 27

I talked to her.
I must say that out of four times time, this is the third time I have run into a physics student here at Cafe Artiste. 

posted by zieglerfe at 02:33PM CST on April 27

"four times", not "four times time". 

posted by zieglerfe at 02:34PM CST on April 27

Obviously Ziggy never made it to this line:
"Geek girls can be stunning when they want to."
which happens to come with a cute cartoon even, so really it didn't even require him reading the loads of words.
 

posted by jenn at 04:20PM CST on April 27

Unfortunately (or maybe fortunately) I don't think I fit into this category. Come on now, a sound card before jewelry? No. Absolutely not.  

posted by luloutoo at 11:17AM CST on April 28

Speaking of San Francisco (in the other thread), here's a personal ad that combines that and geek girl:
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posted by natedogg at 10:05AM CST on April 29

Also, the boyz at bowling wanted to know the finale to your tantalizing post on AE about the hot quantum mechanic. A little dim on the final details, don't you think? Hmmm?
Also, why are so many physics nerds, you included, hanging at a place called Cafe Artiste? I don't think you're tortured enough to hang out there, but that's just my guess.
nate
Alright, here it goes at natedogg's request:
I noticed the girl mentioned above sat down with a (guy) friend not too far from where I was, three booths away. She was that close, but in terms of approach, she was out of the way.
It wasn't like she was on the way to the counter. It wasn't like she was on the way to the restroom. It wasn't like I could just walk close to her booth and "happen" to notice Griffiths' book. It wasn't like she was smoking a cigarette and I could ask to bum one. It wasn't like she was by herself.
There was no valid excuse or reason for me to walk down to talk to her. I could try to do it, but would it work? If I was going to do it, I needed to think about it.
So, instead of coming up with excuses to talk to them, and by them I mean her, I started thinking of something else. The words of some crazy German that I know dominated the available memory of my thinking cap: "You don't have the balls, man".
A few minutes passed and without paying attention I noticed that somebody else had joined their booth. Two girls and one guy. Was this good or bad?
Good: There was more people on the table and it would not be obvious that I was there to try to talk to the better looking girl.
Bad: There was more people on the table and my interruption might not be welcomed among the study group.
And a funny thing happened while my head was in front of the computer and not paying attention. Girl #2 came to my booth and started talking to me. She was wondering if I was the guy that she talked to about two weeks ago about physics here at Cafe Artiste. My fucking luck.
I talked to Girl #2 (I forgot her name already) for a few minutes, recaping the previous conversation we had about two weeks ago (she goes to UH, trying to go to graduate school, I graduated from UT, looking for a job, etc.).
I turned off my computer and went to sit down with them for a few minutes before leaving. I met the guy, a study partner of theirs. But most importantly, I met Katie. Katie, what a beautiful name. Or was it Kate. I always get those names confused.
I just sat down and talked (about dreams of vitamins and haircuts and genetic delight). I was there for another thirty minutes or so.
I accomplished the mission I had set myself out to do.
I didn't walk out with any numbers (sorry, Nate). I wasn't trying to. I don't want somebody else in my life right now. I don't want to date. I just want to be by myself for a while.
Oh yeah, they study there all of the time, so I am bound to run into them once again. And by them, I mean her. 

posted by zieglerfe at 04:56PM CST on April 30