Mary Ellen ("ME" hereinafter) was fairly sheltered before she met me. She had a prejudice against "wierd" things like Sci-Fi or Fantasy fiction, having only been exposed to bad sci-fi, like Star Trek. I met her in college, where, among other things, she was in a sorority -- and as a rule, sorority girls don't like Robert Heinlein or Arthur Clark. I went about changing that by introducing her to Card's _Ender's Game_, and then to Jordan's Wheel of Time.

One day, ME was clutching her soon-to-be-purchased copy of _Path of Daggers_ as we walked to the bookstore's cashier. ME plopped down the book and smiled sheepishly at the girl behind the counter, seeming to hope that the cashier wouldn't notice that this was decidedly not a very "girly" book for ME to have. The girl smiled back, scanned the book, looked at ME (who was wearing an old sorority tee) and asked, ``Are you two going to the Psi Phi convention in Atlanta, this weekend?''

ME was horror-stricken! This girl seemed to be involved in some greek organization, and was tactfully implying a great distain for ME's choice of literature! ME tried to recover by concentrating on her ignorance of whatever sorority or fraternity the girl was talking about: ``I was Kappa Delta, not, uh, Psi Phi, is it?''

The cashier looked completely confused, so I interrupted by telling her that no, alas we were busy.

We collected our books and walked out, and then I explained: ``Dear, she was talking about a Sci-Fi con, as in Science Fiction convention.''

ME, stopped abruptly and stood in shocked silence, and then wailed ``Chad! You turned me into a nerd!''

I walked back, kissed her, and she read most of the book that night, after I went to sleep.