Jenkies!

I love Jenkins. I feel like him and I are very much the same. We both have moles by our mouths, we're both very dramatic and creative, we have the same sorts of issues. I just love him.

Our conversations today consisted of these little gems:

Jenkins, "It's my life goal to suck his dick."

Me, "Your LIFE goal?! How many 'life goals' do you have?"

Jenkins, said very matter-of-factly, "Seven."



His very definitive answer to my question made me happy.
The fact that we can have conversations so openly about SEX makes me happy.
I know that I can say anything to him and he won't look at me like I'm weird or crazy and the same goes for him.

We then transitioned into a conversation about guys with accents (which actually evolved from a conversation about WWII, the Holocaust and racist people these days) and it was that moment I admitted my love of Colin Firth. (We like to take our conversations from super deep to shallow in a second flat and neither of us is affected by it at all.)
Jenkins had no idea who I was talking about -- and he even thought I was talking about Colin FARRELL. I had to set him straight (no pun intended).
(<-- Colin Firth!)
"Bridget Jones Diary!" I said. He just shook his head.
"Love, Actually!" He shook his head again. I always thought Jenkins was a 6 on the Kinsey scale -- but his ignorance of Hugh Grant romantic comedies was causing me to question that.
"Well," I said, "I have this fantasy where I'm in England in this little pub and I meet him."

And from that point, Jenkins and I created this whole story about how I meet Colin Firth, what I'm wearing (a navy blue dress -- but a trenchcoat over it), how my hair is (it's up until I get into the pub and then I take it down), the weather (I got into the pub because it's cold and raining) and what I order to drink (a hot toddy to start, to warm me up -- even though neither one of us were sure exactly what a 'hot toddy' consisted of -- Thanks to Google and Wiki, I now know).

We were asking each other questions ("Was he wearing a hat?") and creating this whole story. Then we started laughing at ourselves.

I love that I have friends that I can be silly with.
Or be creative with.
Or have deep conversations with.

Sometimes I eavesdrop on other peoples conversations and I'll create whole stories about what is going on in their life, based solely on what I'm seeing and hearing at that time. I can look at people and make up stories and give them names.
Some people might think that odd or strange of me -- maybe it is. But I love that my friends either GET me or, at least, don't judge me for this weird habit of mine. I feel like Jenkins gets it and I love that about him.