But seriously I can relate to this in a way. Intellectual passion with a bit of animalistic release. We can't think /all the time/, right?

I dated a beautiful grad student in philosophy and I used to try and get her to help me with symbolic logic and talk about philosophy over a bottle of wine. She would entertain the idea for a little while, but when she wasn't studying she didn't want to talk shop. I can't say I blame her. The grass is always greener, as they say...