We need some proof of dorkitude. Check out the new pic. That's me and your Dork King. I would say that's pretty dorky. And here are two stories from Mardi Gras to prove it (we were dressed as cafeteria ladies):
Story #1: We were walking down the street at about 9 in the morning, fully costumed, drinks in hand, heading to a breakfast party. I comment a few times that my $1.99 white tights and standard-issue cafeteria smock feel like they are creeping up, getting stuck behind my backpack. But neither of us really checked (sometimes I just talk and no one pays attention). Quite some time later, we pass by a window and I look at my reflection and notice that Yes! My cafeteria butt IS exposed to the world! Good thing it was 9 in the morning and everyone we passed was already too drunk to notice that it wasn't really part of my costume...
Story #2: As you can see in the picture, Joe is wearing $1.99 dangly earrings. He thought the way they bobbed around when he shook his head was so funny. Even though it was Mardi Gras, he needed a reason to keep shaking his head around. So all day he kept going up to people and shaking his head in their faces saying "you are sooooo cuuuuute" like your Great Aunt Edna. He did this to anyone and everyone, including friends, babies, drunk college kids, an innocent old lady, an ancient oyster-shucker (3 times!), and I think maybe even a passed-out drunk guy. Now who wouldn't say to that, "There's a DORKY young man!"???
So, why do YOU think that YOU are dorky?