Opossum

Yesterday while walking Fitz G, I saw an opossum. Upon first sight, I thought it was a giant rat. Then I realized it was an opossum, so for some reason, I was at ease. Then I thought about it a little more, and came to the conclusion that an opossum is really a giant rat. By this time I was a sufficient distance from the rodent, so I was no longer worried at all.

Fitz G, oblivious as always, didn't even notice.

I wonder if this thinking method can be used for men. Like, I met Mr. Brooklyn and thought he was a liberal. Then I realized he was a conservative. Then I came to the conclusion that most liberals act like conservatives in their day to day lives. So therefore, does it really matter what he calls himself? I am at ease with him not because of the way he labels himself, but because of the way he makes me feel, and the things that he does.

I personally think he's a republican because his parents are republicans. When I started asking him about particular issues, he tended to be open minded, liberal even. He's pro choice, he thinks that state governments should decide on gay marriage etc.

I have a date with Mr. Rhode Island tonight. Here's hoping he isn't allergic to dogs and he doesn't have a gun in his closet.

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