>>Believe me, there are many, many geeky girls out there who will love your collection.
I believe you. But I also believe that the "geeky girls" to whom you refer are more properly called "figments of the imagination".
Put it this way: between the dakimakura, figures of girls wearing little in the way of clothing, and Megami pin-ups, what I've got is a treasure trove of female objectification. And I admit it. Once you start getting into the pillows, you have to come to terms with the fact that you really have no remaining pride in yourself as a human being.
Now, I can accept, if only theoretically, that some girls might be able to tolerate that. After all, lots of guys in stable relationships get to (somehow) keep their Sports Illustrated swimsuit pin-ups and what have you, so there's a precedent -- my stuff is just abstracted a few degrees further from reality. Small potatoes, theoretically speaking.
Of course, real life is what happens when theory gets T-boned at 90 mph by the Mack truck of practice. Experience has shown me that while pictures of flesh and blood girls in bikinis are considered an acceptable part of hetrosexual male life, pictures of ink and paint girls in same are not. I know this, yet I'm not willing to throw away my collection. Call it obstinance in the face of societal mores, call it the guy from Tianmen Square who got creamed by that tank, call it a seal about to become some shark's dinner, call it whatever.
Tl;dr: my interests + female involvement = catastrophe waiting to happen. But Mr. Secret Admirer, you say, "geeky girls" are different. Fine, let's run with that.
So, somehow I've managed to weasel my way into a relationship with a "geeky girl" who has no issues with the ink and paint thing. Maybe she's running a yaoi fixation on the side, maybe she's into cosplay, whatever. Life is good, right? I've got cuddles and love, and warm happiness stuff. But what's that ominous-looking object falling from the sky? That, my friends, is the 1,500-megaton might of postmodern gender theory, about to toast my nerdy ass.
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