I made sure watching Star Trek with me was part of my wife's wedding vows, so she has little choice to comply lest an equally nerdy, but vicious pre-nup kicks in. But the best I can hope for in the way of Trek gifts is an occasional Hallmark ornament. Somewhere out there is a gorgeous young heiress who loves Trek, likes anchovies on her pizza, laughs at my jokes because she really does think they're funny, and might even be suffering from a touch of nymphomania. [thinks about that a moment to make sure he didn't get nympho and necro confused]
But with my luck she's shacked up with Santa Claus at the Easter Bunny's summer retreat.