My Kestin

I wish he were straight (and LDS), because I'd date him if he were.  I've known Kestin since High School, when we used to skip class together to go out to eat and wander through Walmart, just to come back to the journalism room and have discussions about things such as why the letters z and u were unnecessary in the english alphabet.  We have different belief systems, yet he is one of my best friends.  We think almost exactly alike, and that makes it easy to find things we like to do together.

The last time I saw Kestin was over six months ago, so it was really nice to see him again.  He's got a nice apartment in Salt Lake City.  We went to eat at the Blue Lemon, and then proceeded to his favorite consignment shop in town.  It is fun to look at all the vintage stuff there.  After that, we went to the Nordstrom's Rack, and then decided we'd go window shopping some more in Lofgren's.  As he puts it, "Furniture porn on a rainy afternoon."  One of the coolest things we saw there was a lamp that looked like something Apple would produce.

We went looking at realty afterwards.  As we were looking at houses (yes, we have the same taste in furniture AND houses), he says, "I call this looking at realty porn."  Later, he said, "You know what I am?  I'm a creeper.  I drive through these neighborhoods looking for houses to steal."  Statements like those are why I love Kestin.  With the same tastes, I think that it would be awesome if we shared an apartment.  The only problem with that would be that people would frown upon it.  I don't think anyone I know would approve.

Still, it was nice to see him again.  I hope we do something again soon.  I'd hate to have to wait another six months before I see him again.