I remember when I first moved to Philly a few years ago, there was one guy who knocked my socks off. He wore white t-shirts, dark, cuffed jeans, and black shoes; a total science nerd Get Up Kid. Of course he also wore black-rimmed glasses which was like the cherry to his hot guy sundae.
I did a William Zabka-esque double-take the first time I saw him. I was Wayne Campbell staring at that guitar in the window: "You will be mine! Oh yes, one day, you WILL be mine!" I think I even shook my fist in the air to really drive the point home.
The next time I saw him was at a house party a few weeks later and he was wearing a Kraftwerk shirt. Swoon-a-fuckin'-LOON! I practically had to roll my tongue back into my face because it was draggin' on the floor.
Of course my dream guy liked Kraftwerk. Of course he liked sparse, European proto-techno, skinny-tie-wearing knob tweakers. I mean, I liked him before the Kraftwerk shirt, but that shirt catapulted him from cute dude-land to "how much would it take to bribe him to be my boyfriend like Patrick Dempsey did in Can't Buy Me Love because he's just that hot" dude-land.
Guys who listen to Kraftwerk, I love you. Let's listen to "Computer Love" and lay around your apartment and talk about cinema or some shit.