Does it seem futile to choose between two men who each live over 1,500 miles from me? Yes, I'm glad you noticed that, too. It's like a true or false question. It seems simple enough, choosing the correct answer from two, but the hardest question is the one that only has two answers.
Did you know that the halfway point between Los Angeles, CA and Fort Collins, CO is a town by the name of Elsinore in Utah? Look it up on google. The place is desolate. Desert. Tumbleweeds. Scrub. Dirt. Old gas pumps. Men wearing dirty overalls, chewing on hay stalks (you have to sort of squint to see them). The point between two wonderful men in two vibrant locations is nowhere. Yet nowhere is a mere 8 1/2 hours from the best guy I've met in a long time. I'm not sure what this means but it feels profound.
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