Rob is a geek. There's no way around the fact. Before we lived together, we spent a good deal of our Couple Time either having sex or trying to have sex (we saw each other mainly on the weekends, and we both lived in close quarters with parents; discretion depended on a lot of planning). One Sunday evening, while preparing to leave my mom's apartment, he sat on the edge of my bed to lace his All Star high-tops after some of the most tiring and satisfying love we'd ever made. I was still lying naked beneath the sheet, basking and admiring his face in profile. Suddenly, out of nowhere, he announced, "Hey! Only twelve more days till Skyrim comes out!" For the non-gamers reading, Skyrim is -- well, this. He was charged up for several months before its release; and I love playing it now, too. But as I listened to him prattle on about slaying dragons and haggling with shop-keepers in a virtual world, I marveled that this was the same man who'd just rocked my world for over an hour. I guess I've always had a soft spot for geeks, though, and in a way, his enthusiam was as adorable to me as his timing was annoying.

I still have those moments occasionally. Sometimes we even have little "chats" during sex, which we both find amusing but enjoy immensely. I've learned not to take it personally if his mind wanders during or immediately after sex. In fact, rather than sapping the romance from the moment, as I would expect, these conversations tend to make the concept of intimacy more complete for me. True, I sometimes wish he were a bit more of a "firecracker" in certain areas, if you catch my drift... But he's a really sweet guy who cares a lot for me, and at the end of the day, I don't want anyone else.