I started romantically pursuing Margot using a super smooth technique I call “Wait quietly for your crush to talk to you, and if she doesn’t, live a lonely life of sadness.”
Keep in mind, I am VERY good at thinking people don’t like me. If it was an Olympic sport, I would probably medal.*
*See? Even in this fictional event I don’t give myself the gold. That’s how good I am at having low self-esteem.
Okay, now, hear me out. What if NONE of us went to see Cats? Like none of us. Like what if it made zero dollars? I feel like that’d be fun? Could we do that? It’ll only work if everyone agrees.
Sidenote: Wondering why Jon was calling me “Mike”?
When we first met, he called me “Nick”.
But as time passed, “Nick” became “Nicholas” which became “Nicklis” which became “Chicklis” which became “Michael Chiklis” which became “Michael” which became “Mike”.
Confused? So am I.
If you think this is cute, you are not factoring in how loud my heart was pounding and how sweaty my hand was. We might as well have been holding hands underwater.
The good news: The entire class was full of idiots like me who thought it was “robots are cool” class.
The better news: One of those idiots was the prettiest girl I had ever seen.
We’ll call her “Margot”
Because that is her literal name.
Here’s the thing about all this.
Eventually, that little league season ended.
Eventually, I found friends who shared my love of books.
Eventually, the worst day of my life, became just another funny story.
Whatever you’re going through. It’s not forever.
How was it?
Fireworks set to a John Mayer song played in my head, that’s how it was.
(And yes, we were making out in the middle of a crowded classroom watching “The Andromeda Strain”)
Now for those of you who might not know esoteric medical ethics, inside my chest is my heart.
My heart that is currently POUNDING SO LOUD IT SOUNDS LIKE A DRUMMER ON COCAINE.
Luckily, she spoke to me!
Unluckily, everytime she did my heart would start POUNDING.
It’s very difficult to be charming when your body has suddenly been thrust into the flight or fight response.
I was 15 and at a summer camp for kids who wanted to be academically challenged over the break.
My mom had assured me it was “not a camp for nerds”.
It VERY much was.
To retaliate for blocking my view, that night at 4:27am....
I remotely turn all the lights on and speak through the security camera with a very specific request.
(You’re gonna definitely want SOUND ON)
The only thing that happens is now EVERY time I walk through my kitchen, the
@nest
camera texts me an awkward, unflattering video of myself and asks “Do you recognize this person?”
Honestly,
@nest
security cam? I wish I didn’t.
I proceed to then receive my 2nd-500th kiss during the remaining 18 hours we had at camp.
Then she went back to Florida, we AIM’d for a couple months and eventually lost touch.
Weeks pass by.
Margot and I get more comfortable with each other.
The class learns about Beauchamp’s principle of nonmaleficence (shoot my fucking face off)
At nerd camp, I had chosen a course called “Cyborg Futures”.
I hadn’t read the class description, but I assumed it was a class about how robots were awesome.
It turned out to be a class about esoteric medical ethics. It was so boring I wanted to rip off my face skin.
You lose if you get uncomfortable and stop them.
No idea what happens when you win, because every time Margot’s hand moved one scooch up my leg, I would get so “nervous” I would damn well near black out.
Hours later, I remember another fun fact about my apartment. I can remotely control my
@WeMo
lights from my phone.
(Shoutout to
@WeMo
. Pay me something)
We were watching “The Andromeda Strain”.
I remember nothing of this movie, because that day Margot and I were sitting on the couch, and she RESTED HER HEAD ON MY CHEST.
From then on, class would start, and over the course of about 20 minutes, Margot and I would slowly inch our fingers toward each other until they were intertwined under the table.
Again, my heart would start POUNDING and I’d instantly be covered with sweat.
After pushing her hand away, I’d have to, like, meditate to lower my core temperature.
The staff of could not have been more helpful to BriTANicK when we were starting out, and to boot they are all lovely people. Anyone looking to hire funny people should absolutely snatch up the folks that just got laid off before it’s too late.
So Jon thinks I can only see him when the blue light is on. He is wrong. The camera only lights up when you speak through it. So now he thinks I’m not watching.
I absolutely am.
Then one day, Margot and I start playing the game “Are You Nervous?”
Here’s how it works....one person places their hand on the other’s knee and slowly starts moving it up their thigh while asking “Are you nervous?”
One fun feature of this camera, is you can watch your friend silently text on his phone for 20 minutes and then suddenly project your voice into the room.
I will always remember the day Brian and I got this email from Sarah Schneider at
@CollegeHumor
.
We’d been fans for years and for them to even be aware of our videos was the coolest thing ever.
Anyhow, for the rest of the day, whenever I think to do so, I make the lights in the apartment go crazy. I do this A LOT.
Here’s a video from Jon’s perspective.
Awhile back, I wrote a weird thing. I didn’t know if it was a short or a pilot, but I knew I wanted to make it and I knew that no network would ever let me.
Anyhow, that weird thing just got into the Tribeca Film Festival!
Seeya in April!
#Tribeca2019
This story does have a happy ending though! Ol’ butterfingers stupidly dropped my phone so I was able to pick it up, dust it off and immediately go on twitter to—never mind. Not a happy ending.
None of these fucking James Bond movies ever show 007 awkwardly setting his martini on the counter, then bending over and slurping up a few sips so he can carry the glass to his table without it spilling.
#ReleaseTheSnyderCut
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Here’s a fun thing to distract us from our hell-world.
What’s one of your favorite lines from a book?
Doesn’t have to be your number 1, just something that would land in your top 5.
Here’s mine:
@azalben
Here lies Nick Kocher. Nick was just told me to go to pick up my dad and then we can go to dinner with my dad and then we can go to dinner with my dad and then we can go to dinner with my dad and then we can go to dinner with my dad and then we can go to dinner with my dad and th
Is anybody else watching TV and movies and being like,
“What are you guys doing on a date in a cafe right now?! Haven’t you seen the news?”
“The Avengers are ASSEMBLING?! They need to socially distance!”
Hear me
If our seats share an armrest
That armrest is mine
It may be yours now
But you will not withstand my siege
Can you handle my bare forearm lightly pushing against yours with a plausibly deniable amount of pressure for a 5 hour flight?
You cannot
Give in
Give up
A cruel twist of fate is that the brutal roast of me that
@NickKocher
wrote for Breaking News came out on YouTube right after I lost my job. I hope he's proud of himself. I hope he feels like a big tough guy