The New Jerusalem

While Matt was here. We went out.

We had two quite noteable evenings of outedness. The lesser of which I will address now.

At one bar, in the evening, everyone was sexy and young. Matt wasn't getting noticed, I rarely get noticed. One could assert that is reflective of my physical state, I prefer to believe it is because I am quite too busy noticing things to allow anything to take much note of me first. But a someone I noticed particularly.

Shortish. In the upper single digits of five feet. Green t-shirt. like the camoflage t-shirt we all had 4 years ago, not the abercrombie we all had 3 years ago and certainly not the hollister we have now. Enormous biceps underneath, a very sweet face, the kind that smiles to everything. For those who know, it was very remeniscient of the way Connor Kellicut's face is so welcoming. But the thing to notice is that when everyone, and I mean anyone, left that bar or entered, they greeted him. They greeted him with an ass grab or a kiss, it was like he was a public utility there for the first-to-second base needs of any homosecual who passed. He was charismatic. He was sublime.

I made fun of him a bit, of course. You know, me-style.

We left, went elsewhere, ended up at Moby Dick on 18th. Sitting drinking...

I noticed the exact same person, only moderately ripped and wearing a sensitive beige sweater.

i was confused. I was drunk and for a moment assumed i was simply misinterpreting data and that all gay boys just had a habbit of looking alike. but then it became too obvious, then the other boy from the bar (cunningly named "the bar") entered.

Twins.

Gay personal trainer twins.

I went and talked to them, that is another issue. Why and how are about me. Their meathod of parting, a charming commentary on homosexuality. but not the point.

The point is that now I understand why people climb mountains. Because it is there never made sense before. Now it is crystaline in its beauty.

Gay personal trainer twins. I will never, ever, ever get remotely close to having any kind of sex with them, but from the moment I knew of their existence, I had to flirt with them. My purpose is to seek them out, and make brief, cunning conversation, because when god has made such a gift for us, we cannot fail to fulfill it's purposes.

I now understand why the guys in WWII said what they were fighting for was Betty Grable, I understand Dante's crush on Beatrice. It's a thing so much more aesthetic and conceptual than a crush that it is more like a religion.

Gay personal trainer twins.

Hunter and William.

Actually, only William is a personal trainer, but, well... it doesn't matter.