Conversation between me and my two (straight) friends on our way to a movie.

JT: So, what should we see?

Me: I don’t know. What about Les Mis? *laughs at his own joke*

Konrad: I’ve already seen it.

JT: Me too.

Me: I haven’t….

Konrad (to JT): What did you think of it?

JT: I liked it pretty well. But the vocals were sub-par.

Konrad: Exactly. I saw it on Broadway and it was incredible. So I found the movie was a little lacking.

JT: Right, the music was just not up to snuff. They did a pretty decent job, but it was nothing like some of the other productions I’ve seen…

Konrad: I completely agree. In fact, I downloaded the soundtrack before seeing the movie. I kind of regret that now because it damaged the experience. *pulls out phone and plays a track from the movie*

Me: ?????????


JT: See, Anne Hathaway did a great job. But again, I wonder if her performance…

Me (interrupting): Guys, I’m starting to feel a little threatened here. Are you trying to make me feel insecure in my gayness? Because you just outgayed me. Both of you. Big time.

JT and Konrad: *laugh and then move on to discussing whether or not they’ll be playing tackle football the next morning*

Conclusion: metrosexuality is making things incredibly confusing. And also, I think I owe it to gaydom to see a production of Les Mis at some point in my life.

A Valentine’s Dance earlier that night. JT’s to my right and Konrad’s to his right. Note the awesome trellis with ivy on it. And Christmas lights. (Couples in order: Broadbents, Crabtrees, Tylers, Weedenheimers, Silvans)

 I love this woman.

 A lot.