I met a Klingon, and then I slept with Spock.

At the Comic and Toy expo a while ago, dressed as a Vulcan Priestess, I met a Klingon. After going through comics and posing with people babies for photos, I sat down with some fellow nerds and there he was.

We have gotten together and spoken since then, mostly about Star Trek, Cosplay and Doctor Who. Then he found out that I have never watched Harry Potter (and never will) and stripped me of one of my metaphorical nerd stripes. Then I threatened to take all of his away because he didn't speak Vulcan or Klingon.

Anyways, a couple weeks ago I met him at a coffee shop and was handed a box that looked like a crappy cardboard coffin. What was inside?

I find this skin color highly illogical.

A moderately large plush-Spock, with the correct insignia and a quizzical expression. Needless to say, I was overjoyed and can now tell people that I slept with Spock. Which is true - he is a now permanent resident of my bed.

I do find one thing strange, however. Why is his skin so pink? My skin has a stronger green tint that his here, and I am less than half Vulcan. Crazy plush-company.