To eat, or not to eat?
Quick rundown: 17 credits, 2 jobs, work 20 hours a week, 3 meetings a week, and so on. I'm sure the average college student can relate to the hectic schedule that a full time student acquires, and up until this semester I have managed it pretty well. But I've hit a snag this semester, I'm not eating well. This is a problem. I run between 8-10 miles a day and I am beginning to feel the effects of malnutrition, so I'm debating on buying a meal plan to use on campus. It's either that or waste away slowly.
If I had to name one gay trait that I have, it is this. I'm a connoisseur of fine food. I love to eat. I'd rather spend twenty-five dollars on a good meal than on a piece of clothing. So you can imagine the stress it causes me when I come home and don't have time to eat. I end up living off of granola bars, orange juice, and candy (quickest way to my heart, SUGAR!)
In my state of starvation yesterday I happened upon one of my favorite places to eat here in Provo, and as chance would have it there was a young, obviously gay couple, on a date. I smiled to myself and thought, "I'm surrounded." Now, in the past I've prided myself in my gay-identifying abilities (aka gay-dar) this comes as the product of living in Miami Beach and the Florida Keys for a few years. However, I'm convinced there is a Bermuda Triangle of Provo that throws off said gay-dar. It's a tad depressing. My temporary solution is much like a tribal judicial system, gay until proven straight. It works out pretty well as long as everyone doesn't cross their legs like the couple out for a romantic meal yesterday evening. But, gay or not, a man must eat. So don't be surprised if you find me researching in-field techniques of gay-dar and its application, within the Provo-triangle that is BYU cafeteria.
If I had to name one gay trait that I have, it is this. I'm a connoisseur of fine food. I love to eat. I'd rather spend twenty-five dollars on a good meal than on a piece of clothing. So you can imagine the stress it causes me when I come home and don't have time to eat. I end up living off of granola bars, orange juice, and candy (quickest way to my heart, SUGAR!)
In my state of starvation yesterday I happened upon one of my favorite places to eat here in Provo, and as chance would have it there was a young, obviously gay couple, on a date. I smiled to myself and thought, "I'm surrounded." Now, in the past I've prided myself in my gay-identifying abilities (aka gay-dar) this comes as the product of living in Miami Beach and the Florida Keys for a few years. However, I'm convinced there is a Bermuda Triangle of Provo that throws off said gay-dar. It's a tad depressing. My temporary solution is much like a tribal judicial system, gay until proven straight. It works out pretty well as long as everyone doesn't cross their legs like the couple out for a romantic meal yesterday evening. But, gay or not, a man must eat. So don't be surprised if you find me researching in-field techniques of gay-dar and its application, within the Provo-triangle that is BYU cafeteria.
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