Bipartisan Libido

(Photo: Erin, Jenny, Me!)
One of my favorite people in the world is, Ms. Jenny Jacox. Something about our personalities allows us to strip down all insecurities, worries or thoughts and enable us to be ourselves. We are weirdos to the highest extent. I honestly don't know what I would do if Jenny wasn't in my life.

We started the evening by going to see Twilight's Breaking Dawn pt. 1. The movie was very enjoyable, especially when we started laughing uncontrollably at the most serious part of the movie. Priceless. Next, we got dinner, then moved to drinks.

This is where things get interesting:

Have you ever came across a person, or situation, that you couldn't mentally compartmentalize? Meaning, you couldn't fit the incident into a filling cabinet in your brain. The information is there, and understandable, but you don't know what to do with it. Well, Jenny and I had this happen. His name was Michael.

Is Michael gay or straight? I don't know, I don't know. Not cute! (Sorry, a small Spartan cheerleaders joke.) The fact is, Michael is cute, engaging and intelligent. He was also hitting on both of us, in a very nice confusing and respectable way. For instance, he told me that I was a beautiful man. Yet, he told Jenny that he loved her smile, while hugging her and looking into her eyes. Our initial thought was: straight men do not compliment other men in that way. However, gay men don't look into women's eyes; they compliment them on their outfit. (Yes, I know this is a stereotype, but stereotypes come from somewhere!)

Regardless of who Michael was interested in, Jenny and I weren't interested in him. Not in a romantic way, at least. Jenny and I love meeting 'randoms' at bars. It is innocent and always yields a funny story.

This lead me to this thought process:

Where does Michael fit in my head= It doesn't matter because I'm not looking for anyone (I GOT MY AB!)= It still bothers me, but why?= This is a really funny= Michael is so ambiguous= I'm back to my second though: it doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter, because he was fun and refreshing. As mentioned before, when Jenny and I hang out something magical happens. (Here I go with the narcissism again!) With our powers combined, we create and fun carefree atmosphere, and eventually attract those types of people. So, Michael was just being his confusing, conflicting self. Who cares?! He was enjoying himself. One of my favorite qualities about people, is their ability to 'let it go'. I'm happy that we got to meet him, even if he doesn't know which body parts gets his libido going. Good for him. He was being himself, and really there isn't anything else one can be.

Cheers, for being like Michael!

- Garrett

P.S. I don't know if this is going to be something I do on every post, but here is an article! It is comparing Twilight to the Bible. Weird, I know.

http://religion.blogs.cnn.com/2011/11/18/my-take-jesus-loves-twilight-or-at-least-5-reasons-christians-should/?hpt=hp_c2