My poor husband never stood a chance.
There was this guy at his kung fu school who kept bringing in Jackie Chan movies and Star Wars books. Then he moved next door. So began my guilt-by-association relationship with Steve. To borrow from Steve's girlfriend, Sarah, there is a "Vortex of Dork" in Quincy, and Steve is the source.

To be fair, it was Steve who introduced me to Dead or Alive 3 for X-Box, Fajitas 'n' Ritas, Strongbad and supplied me with countless books to read when my library was getting packed for the big move. However, he also forced me to watch the Star Wars Holiday Special, Gymkata, and Susperia, the latter earning me the post of Newmoanyeah Staffer as I was verbally reviewing (read as "bashing") the DVD for a lucky soul who was otherwise engaged the night of our viewing.

Moley moley moley moley! MOLE!
Steve has since cemented his friendship with my husband and I with his garlic guacamole which leaks out of my husband's pores as a toxic chemical inducing something akin to the DT's in me as I sleep next to him. Steve has also begun dorkifying my 18-month old daughter by trying to teach her what a Jawa says. ("Oo ti dee"). With my husband alone, my daughter stood a fighting chance at leading a normal life. However, paired with Steve, she is certainly geek-bound. Or she'll just marry one, like her dear old mom.

But Steve withstands my verbal abuse and poor sportsmanship with the same lighthearted joviality he seems to approach most things in life. For that, I offer up a toast to my geek-friend and hope his creation continues to prove fruitful: "Yahtmala!"

This article is part of Newmoanyeah's Happy Birthday, Newmoanyeah Week.