Airheads Vs. The Absent Mind

So I've found that I love air heads. I love talking to air heads and except for I think one person, all the girls I've had a thing for tend to be air heads. Now you might want to know my definition of an airhead. Being one doesn't exactly mean that you're stupid, it means you don't think things through, so you only appear to be stupid. Yes, yes I know. This looks like me making an excuse to like stupid chicks. But as I said, they're not always, ALWAYS, stupid. I have had that lapse in judgement where I crush on some airhead that is highly stupid just because she's pretty. But that's a rare occasion. I enjoy intelligent conversation. Or atleast a conversation where I understand just as much as the other person is. When I get into a conversation where I have to explain things that I'd expect them to know I really annoyed. Or if I get into a conversation where the only things I can think to talk about are leading me to explaining and eventually lecturing, I don't like them. I sure as hell enjoy them. But no, I get self-conscious because I'd been talking a whole lot more than the other person. I don't like doing that type of stuff. But as for the second half of the title. I'm not an airhead, I'm absent minded as fuck.  I tend to not be there in most situations now. Even in a conversation I can drift off and forget what the fuck was going on. It makes it hard for me to pay attention to details occasionally. But nonetheless, I still overcome. That actually gives me a string of new names I could use if I ever become a professional glover. Blank. The Absent Mind. Brainfart. Eh, the last one is a not so much. It's funny though.