This is Tyler, one of my favorite Utah people, (and I don't even have to say that because I don't think he reads blogs) who really isn't a Utah person at all, just a BYU transplant:
I wanted to post this picture to illustrate the fact that he's amusingly trendy, and really probably way too cool for me. Maybe I get a little cooler just by association? Probably not, but anyway, my favorite thing about Ty is that he likes BYU sports just as much as I do, maybe even more than me...well probably not, but maybe. He likes them enough that he didn't seem at all phased when I rolled into town a few weeks ago and immediately started searching for an allsports pass for the UNM game. He was also kind enough to tell me all about his two weirdo roommates before he let me know that he had a test to take the day of the game, and ask me to stand in line with a roommate while he took the test. I hesitated, but was reassured that the roommate I would be meeting is not weird, gay, or dangerous.
And that is how I wound up getting to know a strange 22 year old. It was fine. Actually, I'll go further, it was fun. He started off with an interesting willingness to share all sorts of things about Tyler with me. We discussed his hairstyle, his dating history, his sleeping habits, and even his temper. Eventually we moved on to other topics, but it turns out that with three hours to kill you can learn a lot about someone from chatting with a person who lives with them. It makes me wish everyone I know had a roommate like Tyler's. I don't think any differently of him, I might even think a bit better of him solely based on the fact that his roommate seems to have some degree of admiration for the guy. The experience begs the question though, what would the people who live with me say? I wish I could go incognito and chat up a roommate or two, just to see what happens...then again maybe I don't, girls can be really mean.
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