Understanding the dream

Last week I was texting with my friend Max, and once again it came up that I should to move out to Colorado. I must admit… I sort-of got a little bit of a crush on Colorado when I visited Max last year. I could totally live in an area with low humidity, where people are outside and active most of the year, and where you walk into a shop and there are dogs sleeping on the floor behind the counter or wagging their tails in greeting. A move to CO would put me near Max and his awesome girlfriend, Jenn, who understands that bidets are funny and who makes me laugh so hard my toes start cramping. And obviously, I could move out to Colorado and meet the Perfect Guy.

Max knew *exactly* what I was talking about: “You should!! No gay, meathead, biker, retards out here! Well, at least I don’t know of any.”

And that’s why I count Max as one of my best friends… He gets me.