No. That Can't Be It.

Funny story: Back on July 4th, when Kevin and Kirsten and I were wandering around town after having picked up our tickets for Big River, somehow we got on the topic of how you always see dumpy and not-particularly-attractive straight guys with really cute girlfriends. And Kevin and I started in on this really heated intense discussion about how we just couldn't figure what the heck was up with that. Do straight women have no taste, we wondered? Do they somehow find doughy, sorta big-bellied, outta-shape guys attractive?

Suddenly, Kirsten bursts outta nowhere (this effect being added to by the fact that we were so deep into and enthusiastic about our discussion that we'd kinda forgotten she was there), "Maybe straight women aren't shallow and can look past all the outside crap at a person's inside?!? Do you think?!? Huh?!? Do you think?!?"

Kevin and I were sorta stunned speechless. This had genuinely not occurred to us.

Men, my friends, if you'll allow me to speak in sweeping generalizations, are jackasses.

After work, I decided to head uptown and catch I Capture the Castle, the new English film based on the popular book. The only theater in town that was playing the flick was in the East 60's. I have to say, if ever I had the money to live up here, I wouldn't. There's nothing going on up here, and the people are all way too tan and their skin is way too good. I'd feel like a perpetual outsider. I'm way too envious to live here. There are, however, way too many incredibly cute guys wandering around this area - none of which, I'm sure, are gay. They can't be; I find them attractive. As you know, one of the laws of the universe is that if I'm attracted to him, he can't possibly be (a) gay or (b) available.