The way I am

Saturday morning as I was getting ready for work, THE BOYFRIEND and I were watching this video on a book interview about sharpening pencils.  'Yeah, right' you might say.  "How is there a WHOLE book on sharpening pencils?"  Ah, but there is, and the author is really funny.  Somewhere along the video the professional pencil sharpener has this ... helmet, I guess is the word closest, that has a headlight and a set of magnifying glasses so he can get a good look at the pencil he is sharpening.  THE BOYFRIEND starts to make fun of it.  I jump to it's defense with

"Hey, my father had a set of those for his stamp collection.  They're cool."

THE BOYFRIEND giggles at me and says,

"I finally get why you are the way you are."
"What do you mean?"
"You.  Everything about you just made sense with you defending the thing with the headlight because your dad has one for his stamps."

That wasn't much help, now was it?  Still confused about how my defense of the thing with the magnifying glasses could possibly spell out all of my "mysteries" for him.   Does that make me an "extra special" geek because I dig cool things like a helmet thing with magnifying glasses and a headlamp?  Is it "lame"?  I don't think so.  Maybe he does.  But apparently what he considers "lame" in other people he finds "adorable" in me.  We've had this conversation so many time before.  I do something odd.  He smiles REALLY big.  I say "You're only smiling at me because I'm lame."  He retorts, "No, that is not the only reason why I smile at you.  That is not the reason why I'm smiling at you now."  I've gotten used to the smiling and the giggling from him when I do something odd.  Just one of those things now.