Where is my Sheldon?

I need a Sheldon in my life. I want someone who thinks that George Lucas and Gene Roddenberry should be etched onto Mt. Rushmore. Someone who knows who is from the planet Kashyyk and what would happen to you if I said "Tarantallegra." I love science fiction. I want to live in a world full of gungans, hippogriffs, and vulcans. I don't even care anymore that all my friends mock me for this. I just want someone who gets it. Yes, there will be days I will watch all six episodes of Star Wars. I will reread my Harry Potter books every summer. I think sparkly vampires are awesome. I talk to my car like it's a transformer and am convinced my smartphone is out to kill me. I like to imagine. I like to fantasize about the improbable. So maybe I am a bit of a nerd, but frankly I don't give a damn. I want someone who's number two on their bucket list is to go to Comic-Con. These people exist. The clincher is finding one who doesn't live in his mother's basement.