Refresh.

Aahhh.
Most people I know would think that the title refers to what you do when you press Alt + F5.
But what I actually meant was what happened to me that weekend.
I felt refreshed.
I didn't expect to feel that way while watching Susan Sarandon in her lingerie kissing a woman, but that was what happened. Let me start over.
A few weeks ago there was this film festival in my town, one that shows gay movies. Not surprisingly, I went with the two most appropriate men to go with: a gay guy and the sexual object of my affection.
The moment I walked in that place, I knew I was in for something I've never encountered before. And by that time, it was EXACTLY what I needed. Something new and fresh.
There were only two women in that room including myself, and I looked around enjoying the rare feast for my eyes. Men exchanging moist little smacks. Men in pairs. Foreign men. The ambience was set for a clubbing night, with beers and lights everywhere, and yet there was this silence and darkness like you would expect in a cinema. The place had this whole mysterious impression, like you're going to get sucked inside and never get out. Even the bathroom, the darkest most exotic bathroom I've ever been in, makes you feel like you're in a whole other world.

Then the movie starts.

That, my friends, slapped me with the fact that some people would just make pointless movies and any eager upcoming Hollywood actress would gladly take part.
I would've said this was the most pointless movie I've ever seen, except that I've seen worse ones (I really should stop watching independent French movies).

Nevertheless, I was witnessing something I never thought existed. Not just the movie, but the whole ambience, like I said before, was something very new to me. I felt like I was washed out and turned into a whole different person.

So then this whole different person and her friends went out to eat. We were talking, particularly about the subject relevant to the movie we just saw. Then another shock came.
The sexual object of my affection (I really enjoyed calling him that), the guy who can turn me on just by showing up, told me that he had had experience dating guys before.
I was beyond shocked. I was so used to my other favorite sexual object being such a homophob, I automatically thought all unbelievably hot guys are like that. But here was the ultimate alpha male, happily blurting out the opposite.

"Why?" I asked.
"Because", he said, "you wouldn't know which fits the best if you haven't tried both, now would you?"

And I couldn't help thinking, hmmm. He had a point.
Now while I was busy thinking about that point, out came the question:

"So why aren't you a lesbian?"

It took me some time to think before I answered it, and thankfully he was satisfied with the answer. But the answer would generate a whole other post, because this one's already long enough. I'll write that down later.
Anyway, giving him a satisfactory answer was something I rarely accomplish, and for that I felt even more refreshed.