Be a Nerd

So last night I had one of those insane parental day-mares. You know, the kind you get when you are carrying your baby and you picture yourself dropping her and then all of the sudden you become terrified that you actually are going to drop her in real life so you activate your father death grip while beads of sweat form on your brow?

(Don't get me started about hefting her little slickery body out of the baby tub . . .)

I had a day-mare that Annabelle was a teen and had fallen in with a group of neer-do-wells (black clothes, black makeup, black hair, foul mouths, foul grades etc . . .)

In my vision she got in a shouting match with one of her loser friends and they all ganged up on her.

THIS MUST NOT BE ALLOWED TO HAPPEN! I thought in my moment of insanity . . . quick, who was the Jr. Higher at my school least likely to fall in with punks like these?

Virginia.

I don't remember her last name but she was always quiet and well mannered at school. Always smartly dressed but not in a trendy way. Straight "A" student, attractive, and a complete and total nerd. I had a pseudo crush on her and made some ham-handed attempts to get to know her. She was very kind . . . and very uninterested . . .

Yeah, I want Annabelle to be like Virginia - the kind of girl who wouldn't give a guy like me the time of day . . .

At that moment I snapped out of my day-mare episode and just realized, "If my daughter turns out to be a nerd in school, that would be okay by me . . . there are worse ways to go . . ."

Please tell me I am not the only parent who wants his daughter to be a geek.