As I approached the Smithsonian Metro entrance yesterday afternoon, heading home after a long day of sightseeing, I saw a girl leaning wearily against a park bench, staring off into space. She was wearing a bright pink shirt that read “I (heart) nerds.” As I had been tromping all over downtown D.C. without talking to anyone most of the day, I felt like commenting on her shirt.
"I’m a nerd, you know," I said as I walked past.
Without batting an eye, she slowly turned her head toward me, and with only the slightest suggestion of a smile, said "Well then, I love you."
Then she looked away.
